Poetry

Leaves

Leaves underfoot

The sound of their final death is comforting to my aching soul

Vibrant colors symbolic of Autumn’s end like a fairy tale love never meant to last

Already I feel Winter’s frost cooling my heart; I’m fading away

I trudge on to no destination
Talking to shadows

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