Monday, October 19, 2015

Autumnal: A Thought's Waltz

A golden sunrise paints our hope-filled sky with a gentle sense of warmth, almost though it knows that it's the last thing left to keep us together from all these miles apart - well aware we've never really been together anyway. Darkened lemon-yellow leaves fall into piles of gorgeous crimson friends and orange neighbors, all burying their muddied ancestors long gone of misguided goodness goodness or incomplete intentions. The air is regaining her bitter chill, only you'd never know it by the heat of Autumn's ballet or Cocoa's siren-esque serenades.

Long after you've left I'll remember you by the mere presence of Dawn imitating your vibrancy. 

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