I have become enchanted
By the sound of the birds that chirp
Through the rain drops.
It is October, and yet it feels
As if Summer has just come back
To haunt us with the sounds of
All the living things that lied dormant before.
When Fall finally does come,
The sound of it will have mixed
With the sound of Winter,
And I will be forced to forget
Of what fallen leaves crunch like.
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PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
