Autumn has a story untold

Every Autumn has a story untold waiting for strong wind to change it.

It's the month of the lovers of art, the poets, the writers, the artist, the painters, the photographers, all who are lost in time. 
The mug of hot coffee in my hand and the thoughts in my head told me how different were the things this time last year. 
I was alive then with a smile, I am alive now but the smile of joy then has now become a tool to hide the pain. 
You entered made my simple story a little more intense which now hurts a little more deeper.
This Autumn is different because the things that were once a beautiful dream are now the worst nightmares.