Wine drunk in the late fall,
The clacking of glasses,
The buzz of the room.
The coolness in the air bites,
Leaves are drained of colour,
Thank-ful for Octobers,
For the warmth it brings,
Despite the drop in temperature.
My lungs fill with golden light.
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 11:40 AM UTC
Wine drunk in the late fall,
The clacking of glasses,
The buzz of the room.
The coolness in the air bites,
Leaves are drained of colour,
Thank-ful for Octobers,
For the warmth it brings,
Despite the drop in temperature.
My lungs fill with golden light.
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