Beauty Fools Men Poem by Alexander Foald

A scrambling cloud above the tree
Lonely, feels so different from others
The sound of wind sings the gritting teeth
Can she hear me now?

And love can see through everything
Age can hold it back, but not forever
Just in a moment it feels so cold
Yet it’s beating whenever I grab it

This is me and my heart
Hanging on an unnamed tree
Waiting for a time to reach the heaven
Before losing his mind on a fairy tale