Energy flows everywhere and makes up most of the world. The wind carries a certain kind of energy, such as a gentleman strides on the ballroom floor, looking for a compatible dance partner. The wind dwindles and mingles with the leaves, like a gentleman asking a fair lady to dance. If one listens closely enough, the certain crispness can be heard as they dance together. And as they dance, the leaves start to pick up speed and circle round and round, moving faster and faster to the beat of the wind as though time feels infinite, until eventually, the leaf breaks and dwindles to the ground. As the leaf lays there on the ground, the vibrant color gets lost. Couples seem to get immersed in each other to the point that they don't realize they start to lose themselves along the way. We all have this certain color and and shape that gives us our individuality. But once fallen, the richness of personality seems to fade away. I then have to remind myself that I find comfort in the rich and charming colors fall has to offer. The warmth and radiance of orange, the friendliness of yellow, the originality and tranquility of brown, and the familiarity of green. Grazing at the colors of autumn, the blue sky weighs down on my shoulders, as the clouds are hiding in the distance. The sun glares at me, as I run and hide underneath the tall, lanky trees. How I long to be in a place where the temperature falls below seventy.
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Collection of My Thoughts
PoetryHere is a collection of my poetic writings to satisfy a Sunday morning with a cup of coffee in hand. I will try to add to the collection every week, or quite possibly everyday. There's so much to write about that must be put down on paper.
