Hear the whispers of the wind, The rustling of the leaves, As they dance on the branches, The sweet chirping of the birds The gentle beat of the waves on the soft sand, The silent cry of my soul, I LOVE YOU 21/12/2024
I float Between destinations My physical body Worn down and aching My spiritual side nonexistent I fear they’ve crossed over And have left me here An empty bag of bones Arriving at your door.
and it seems as the leaves begin to hit the ground my hopes and tears accompany them for this is the fall of me watch the last of my life fade out with the crisp cool autumn colors