The leaves are golden
And I am silver
The wind is a howl
And I am a whisper
The river is frozen
And I am a blister
The sun is rising
And I am setting
The people are leaving
And I am staying
The stars are twinkling
And I am thinking
The night is alive
And I am ready to live again
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
The leaves are golden
And I am silver
The wind is a howl
And I am a whisper
The river is frozen
And I am a blister
The sun is rising
And I am setting
The people are leaving
And I am staying
The stars are twinkling
And I am thinking
The night is alive
And I am ready to live again
This is just a nothing little piece. Ignore it, it's not here. Shhh, I said it's not here. You didn't see it, read it, nothing.
Nothing because sometimes nothings are the best kept secrets.
