I read, reread your intrigue saying you last wrote in the book ''Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall'' I wonder how you can be this close listener of my heart! There is a beep for you deep in me that tune everyday To ask, if you're too longing for me? My love for autumn, my love in autumn, my love is like autumn There is a mystery that carries along same as the crisp air in autumn An ease of sensitivity and indifferent that crave for seclusion and peace My feelings are colorful and are mostly red with the essence of your love After reading your words, being far yet close heart to heart I feel like flying But then my instinctive fiery and nature disclose the reality I fear of! ''I swing high and low Ruled by the air's (love) blow Upside I see the vast sky Downside a little fly Getting ready to chase Unaware of a sudden blase! '' It's not that I don't want to fly in the dr...