And so I was drown

And so I built a labyrinth, with many words and languages as strings strangling a net-maker, with misty lofty mountains and unfathomable water as impenetrable castles and untrespassable trenches.

But ..nothing compares to you, a season heavenly!

All is enchanted, deliberate schemes or conspiracies are needed no more ,

for you are wisdom in an intelligible form.

And so I was told, that one tells a face of summer from a glowing lotus, and spring's eyebrows from narrow but lively wavering murmurring leaves of willows beside a river. Like a sudden deluge brings ill fortune to insouciant flowers, likewise a wind to Autumn leaves.

And so I see, a trembling hand reflects a heart vacillating. Running cars swirl those sleeping butterflies up,  and for nameless joy they chase the current with colorful wings scintillating.

Perchance it is this symphony voiceless but much more harmony and calm that I have long been seeking for. After all, too many poisoned words heard disturb not only one's tranquility but also enthusiasm to get something enigmatic and ultimate deciphered.

And so I find, those fading leaves should never be collected whithin books instead of memory. In another place, given timing right, somehow a mind can still get solemnly purged from shadows even by which one's been tailed for a thousand days and nights, as long as one is always ready to.