Are You there?

Maple leaves of all colors,
Pink, black, purple, grey,
Falling from their home.

Even if they were fake,
It felt more authentic,
Than any man could bring.

Paper aeroplanes of all colors,
Flying in all directions,
Like butterflies amongst flowers.

Before my feet lands one,
In cursive letters and words,
'Dillian, 4 Respect' was all it read.

~Ger.

A/N: This is just a dream. I don't know how I happen to dream of Dillian. She is a senior who has graduated from the school I am currently in. In fact, this isn't a senior I know... I only heard of her from my friend. I don't know how she appeared in my dreams... I was puzzled when I woke.