Golden brown tears from tired trees
Autumn leaves, waving into the blankness
the carpet of amber tinged sadness
as the pathway becomes twisted,
eyes misted,
in the bitter cold breeze
on that autumn eve
Droplets fall from the branches above
onto rust coloured canvas,
was ready to be painted with love
but now only heartache seeps out
as the melancholic trail
tails off into the distance
eyes are cried out,
can barely raise my voice
let alone shout
The tale stops. Drops like a stone
a story of love, with nowhere to call home
as autumn leaves, and winter begins
the icy sting, goosebumps on skin
ochre filtered pictures
where hope grew richer
the sorrow and misery,
covered in snow so wintery
Thanks For Reading
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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