Yesterday.
Reverberating echoes
Mingle with my days,
Breaching that threshold;
Images adrift
Sea of memories
Dissipating
Into oblivion,
or so..
Only to precipitate
Like morning rain,
Refreshing,
Comforting
All of a sudden,
Pieces falling
Back into place,
Upon meeting
His gentle gaze
Again,
Today.
YOU ARE READING
Autumn Shades
PoesíaAutumn Among the transitional winds Of decline and melancholy, She silently bleeds In exhilarating beauty.
