My love is the autumn season
That time between summer and winter
My love, he is fall
He turns everyone to gold
Makes them shine bronze in the light
Everyone stops to admire
They bathe in the glory of gold
He turns them to gold
But he is slowly killing them
They turn gold
Feel a cold breeze
And then are left hollow and loud
As he walks away
Moves onto another tree
And makes them gold
Let's them have a little glory
Than leaves them in the cold
And next year
When the summer leaves fall in love
He will turn them gold too
And on and on it goes
Forever a loop
Gold
Glory
Cold
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
