Time falls like leaves in Autumn.
Red. Brown. Gold.
Beautiful,
but mourning the loss of something new.
It's those fleeting moments
of smiles and laughter that make us the saddest.
It's getting used
to the mounds of silence
just have it blown away
by a gust of wind.
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
Time falls like leaves in Autumn.
Red. Brown. Gold.
Beautiful,
but mourning the loss of something new.
It's those fleeting moments
of smiles and laughter that make us the saddest.
It's getting used
to the mounds of silence
just have it blown away
by a gust of wind.
