Oct 2018
Reminiscent winds
of when my heart stopped
when our eyes met.
The leaves,
climaxing a beautiful,
yet tragic life,
fall.
The wind screams,
warnings,
foreshadowing the harsh winter.
of when my heart stopped
when our eyes met.
The leaves,
climaxing a beautiful,
yet tragic life,
fall.
The wind screams,
warnings,
foreshadowing the harsh winter.
