My heart has fallen to pieces
Like Autumn leaves from dying trees
Soon to crackle and disintegrate
Or lie on the ground
Waiting to be stepped on
Waiting for winter
Waiting for some shaky peace
Waiting for anything but the monotony of waiting
But soon the snow will melts
The flowers will come out in vivacious colors
The trees will sprout green again
And with them my autumn heart will bloom once more
Don’t let your leaves be stepped on.
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Trying not to 😊
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Absolutely blasting them out Lauren. It’s a beauty 😀
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Awww, thank you so much!!
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That is a nice way to illustrate rebirth, beginning anew. Beautiful scenery.
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Thank you. You interpret my poetry so eloquently and accurately.
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