Coming into credence of the surrounding,
As the perpetual cycle met like a race track.
Current presence dim lightly with another solstice beckon,
As winter takes the sunlight for yet another annual walts,
While moonlight hover more frequently to a sound of a violin.
The inner heart wrapped around a blanket,
Cozied by the sleep of hibernation like camp fire.
The beats come into a trance,
And radiance come to a halt by the darkness,
For it is the reign of fall that cover sun like a shrouded veil.
Such is the time of gloom come to a reflective meditation,
For all imagery end with a last note of a piano,
And seared thoughts say good bye with the vibration of it's strings!
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Coming into credence of the surrounding,
As the perpetual cycle met like a race track.
Current presence dim lightly with another solstice beckon,
As winter takes the sunlight for yet another annual walts,
While moonlight hover more frequently to a sound of a violin.
The inner heart wrapped around a blanket,
Cozied by the sleep of hibernation like camp fire.
The beats come into a trance,
And radiance come to a halt by the darkness,
For it is the reign of fall that cover sun like a shrouded veil.
Such is the time of gloom come to a reflective meditation,
For all imagery end with a last note of a piano,
And seared thoughts say good bye with the vibration of it's strings!
It seems every coming fall, thumping of the chest pause for a moment to think!
In this silence, one can only ponder the actions of the past to the present.
Am I happy?
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