'Fall'

It was her first bloom
And it was her first fall.
Stucked for a long time in a room,
Wandering what beauty's outhere.
Just writing lines on her wall,
When time made a dictum,
And she received a call.

The calling of love,
But the answer is falling hard,
She forgets that every flower that blooms
The petals, one day will torn.
It will dye into color of...