whisper to me softly into the night while the rain pelts the windows
Summer turns to fall , the leafs crumple and show off their gold proudly.
The humidity in the air sticks to my lungs and weighs me down
After all , these are just observations
A single black bird grabbing the breeze with his wings , gliding around in circles.
You wish you were up there with him, but your not
Your stuck down here
You better stack your wood pile tall and plentiful
The winter can be rough and unforgiving
A collection of words that come to mind and travel down my arm and onto the paper.
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