The perennial beauty,
of tranquil loss.
Twisting softly towards the breeze,
shedding the summers green,
for a more festive slough.
In the browns and ember
I find humanity intact,
As if brushed gently
into the wild.
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
The perennial beauty,
of tranquil loss.
Twisting softly towards the breeze,
shedding the summers green,
for a more festive slough.
In the browns and ember
I find humanity intact,
As if brushed gently
into the wild.