(a.) wandering alone
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In the midst of the sprightly depiction of Summer,
As I walk around the heated beaches cooked under the sun,
With the begrudging waves gently scouring my feet as a disclaimer,
Will someone ever care to join me in the fun?
As the pumpkin-colored leaves start to fall away from their mother,
Falling into place towards the ground of soil it had once known,
At least they're with others who would wither together,
And not some wallflower that would remain alone.
As the blanket of snow would come to fall onto cherished households,
While adding gnarled sticks into the evergrowing fire,
Carols across the town would behold,
While I would be muttering in a splintered desire.
In the midst of the blooming depiction of Spring,
As evergreen weeds adjoin in the infinite pastureland,
Something reaches out to me in the clearing,
Was that a hand?
YOU ARE READING
sonder
Poetry(poetry) / (n.) the realization that each random passerby is living a life a vivid and complex as your own. all i can say is, the world has a mind of its own, and this poetry book is a whole multitude away.
