that chill in the air
mentions a change is there
feeling some type of way, she screams, IT-AIN'T-FAIR!
another harvest season is approaching
if she regrets what she has sown, there won't be any boasting
further stifling all hoping
from harsh winds she takes no cover
so soon the leaf will bear its' true color
wondering if anyone will still love her
minding never 'cause it don't matter
for she has no image to shatter
but she gotta be ready for what comes after
Friday
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Very lovely words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laurie, for reading and complimenting.
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