Thursday, 22 September 2016

Broken bones

I woke up with a start its blowing a gale out, sounds very angry the wind throwing its weight about.
Sounds like its saying I am here, I am Autumn be ready for a new season...

All the flowers that I had been watering
have now been soaked with tears
and the sun you beamed on me, is now
nothing but grey clouds
my leaves are turning yellow
as they slowly fall apart, and my
heart beating with a sigh, wishing
that my garden will be colorful again.



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