Today, I walked
along a river girded by concrete
as fall's cold hand caressed the sage nearby
Today, I walked
among hundreds of shades of sepia, brown, vermillion
as I heard my footfalls distinctly, with no green, dewy foliage
to soften my heavy steps
Today, I walked
among the surrendering of Naure
to fall's cold hand, which caressed the sage nearby
What parts of me are dry
What parts of me are brown, with no verve
What can soften my heavy footfalls
Today, I walked
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
Today, I walked
along a river girded by concrete
as fall's cold hand caressed the sage nearby
Today, I walked
among hundreds of shades of sepia, brown, vermillion
as I heard my footfalls distinctly, with no green, dewy foliage
to soften my heavy steps
Today, I walked
among the surrendering of Naure
to fall's cold hand, which caressed the sage nearby
What parts of me are dry
What parts of me are brown, with no verve
What can soften my heavy footfalls
Today, I walked
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