The autumn leaves
Red and bold
a slight breeze
One that’s cold
A legacy written in gold
For this is a story
Un-told
Signiori,
This darkness engulfs me
This peace
A plentiful caprice
Its beautiful
To not appreciate it
So undenyingly painful
A thousand knits to knit
There are
And long way to go
A lot to know
A lot to undergo
Lighting up a cigar
sitting on the floor
Telling stories
Never told before
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
The autumn leaves
Red and bold
a slight breeze
One that’s cold
A legacy written in gold
For this is a story
Un-told
Signiori,
This darkness engulfs me
This peace
A plentiful caprice
Its beautiful
To not appreciate it
So undenyingly painful
A thousand knits to knit
There are
And long way to go
A lot to know
A lot to undergo
Lighting up a cigar
sitting on the floor
Telling stories
Never told before
