Wandering among the lush trees,
I behold some fallen leaves,
I bend down to pick one,
With hues of red n golden.
...
Old Slam Book of mine
Its glossy cover, covered
Now in slight dust. Age
Yellowing its pages, still
...
Clusters of stars slowly fade away,
giving way to the crimson dawn.
In the morning breeze the boughs sway,
For pearl drops on leaves to trickle down.
...
By the window pane, in a
resting chair, I sit,
As the summer ends.
Watching over the lifeless
...
Here am I, on the peak
Of Mount Lonely
Peaceful nevertheless
Longing only
...
Words......
A solace in my distress
Company in loneliness
Bestowin' me with the gift of ~Expression
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