Fall love
autumn me
feel like
falling
crisp
air burns cheek
of memory blush
lost
chance
of last
chance
the trees
huddled naked together
all alone
remind me
I want to
my arms
one
with their leaves
falling tears
wind whimsy
exposing
fools
raking up the mess
wind whistling
around them
3 comments:
Intense.
Good stuff.
I love fall. I was reading this text in browns and oranges and reds and warm yellows.
I like this, meloncholy but romantic all the same. Feels like I'm cozied up to a fire with a lover after a walk through the woods laughing, teasing and drinking a bottle of cheap red wine under a blanket, while cold winds shake the window pane.
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