Equilibrium and elephants | |||
16.10.03 ( 16.10.03 ) Ally Joolia *huge hugs* honey. Hope you're feeling okay. I know I'm late with this, but my thoughts are with you and your family. *hugs* again. I know I haven't been on here a lot of late, so I thought I should pop on. Here's a poem for you :) Dying Season "I like this time of year," she said. "I just like this time of year. It's all the wonderful colours And that crisp scent in the air. But just like the core of a bruise These colours will fade and die. But just for this split second," she sighs, "This time of year could make me cry." It's the golden hues of Autumn They fortell a dying season And she watches as the colours fade away. It's the wicked grasp of Winter The loneliness - no rhyme or reason And she wishes for a lighter kind of day. So there you go. #
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