Summer Leaves begin to Roll,
Like the Gentle Breath of the waves on a Smooth and sandy Beach,
While Enchantment Steals thy breath away from those star crossed Lovers,
And already I feel the steady and Persistent tug of my Mind,
Slipping and Falling from that Gentle Longing of what could be,
Into the Cold, Dark, and Gloomy reality of what truly is.
Although the Innocence of my Ignorance will soon Fade Away,
I take private comfort in the realm of my Dreams...
And the Future they Pretend to Hold.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
Summer Leaves begin to Roll,
Like the Gentle Breath of the waves on a Smooth and sandy Beach,
While Enchantment Steals thy breath away from those star crossed Lovers,
And already I feel the steady and Persistent tug of my Mind,
Slipping and Falling from that Gentle Longing of what could be,
Into the Cold, Dark, and Gloomy reality of what truly is.
Although the Innocence of my Ignorance will soon Fade Away,
I take private comfort in the realm of my Dreams...
And the Future they Pretend to Hold.
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