The gray sky,
All gloomy and sad,
As the wind passes by,
I walked away from where I sat.
Leaves from the trees, they fall,
Crumbling to the touch of my hand,
Thought I once had it all,
No more but a grain of sand.
My autumn is as golden as the sun,
Where I see no darkness,
The day I thought I had none,
Was when I saw that Brightness,
As I hug my body close,
Against the cold, yet warm wind,
I know this path I chose,
Would not be my life as it had been.
-Aurelia-
March 11, 2010
2.33 a.m.
No comments:
Post a Comment