Leaves falling effortlessly,
Elegantly grasping the ground,
Trees holding tightly,
To amber creations
That have been worked on all year round.
A gust of icey air,
Foreshadowing future cold,
Rain and hail battering down,
All begging desperately,
To have their story told.
A colour faded hoodie,
Swallowing in its size,
A warming mug of cocoa,
Comforting us through,
These shadowed lies.
The fire tinted season,
Filled with sweeties and disguise,
In it the roots are hidden,
A dark and clever monster's,
Slow but scary rise.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
Leaves falling effortlessly,
Elegantly grasping the ground,
Trees holding tightly,
To amber creations
That have been worked on all year round.
A gust of icey air,
Foreshadowing future cold,
Rain and hail battering down,
All begging desperately,
To have their story told.
A colour faded hoodie,
Swallowing in its size,
A warming mug of cocoa,
Comforting us through,
These shadowed lies.
The fire tinted season,
Filled with sweeties and disguise,
In it the roots are hidden,
A dark and clever monster's,
Slow but scary rise.
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