I am in still repose
I am in season
I am autumn
My leaves have fallen
Their striking colours sent back
Earth, Mother, home
Existence is lackluster
Each step a sober stumble
My wind but a slight stifle as
Time slides wordlessly forward
Dry earth where fertile roots no longer remain
Deep inside my secrets
Death, awaits
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I write poems only at two times, when I'm in love or when I'm out of love. Which I guess, is anytime I feel like it. lol. Like me, my poems are almost always complex but nonetheless simple to read. I am not a professional writer and as such I prefer not to follow any rules. I write for myself and once a poem is written, I rarely edit or rewrite it again. That said, I welcome your comments :) With love and light.
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