I looked up at the big, orange tree
Too hard to look away, too soon to look back
Then looked around at the yellow orange mist
And felt the autumn breeze, a soft, sweet sign
That try as I may, I couldn't help but belong
To oneness there once was, couldn't but listen
When Autumn sang to us, the same song.
2 comments:
totally friggin' awesome poem!!
Why thank you! :)
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