Tuesday, 31 August 2021

Lullaby of autumn leaves

The crushing of the dried autumn leaves,
beneath my feet, were my only happy sound
my heart buckled in a tight sorrow
trees lose all their leaves every year
and I didn't get anyone to call my own. 

Feb. 2021

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