Oct. 11/09


Not Autumn

the leaves fall
dead
but crunchy;
entertaining for anyone
with a black heart
hallowe'en and its dead
spirits loom near
the air grows cold, crisp
severe
rain will fall
snow will come
but my soul
remains unchanged
broken in
this season of (in)difference



Poetry by strangelady13
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Written on 2009-10-12 at 04:34

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