An embrace from the gentle fall breeze.
At last, I begin to feel at ease.
The smell of autumn,
The cool air,
The pallet of the drifting leaves -
All within a moment to seize.
I ponder at the chaos
Made colorful and pristine.
But what is the cost
Of this calming scene?
Am I to simply descend,
Or can I remain and stand?
While mulling over more complaints,
On my hand landed a small leaf
Whose fickle state and faint brown taint
Rested like a sigh of relief.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
An embrace from the gentle fall breeze.
At last, I begin to feel at ease.
The smell of autumn,
The cool air,
The pallet of the drifting leaves -
All within a moment to seize.
I ponder at the chaos
Made colorful and pristine.
But what is the cost
Of this calming scene?
Am I to simply descend,
Or can I remain and stand?
While mulling over more complaints,
On my hand landed a small leaf
Whose fickle state and faint brown taint
Rested like a sigh of relief.
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