End of Autumn

Seasons started to change from Winter to Spring- 

Colors transpired in painting pictures of hope. 

Everything felt still though it had been almost a year-

Growth showed in places that once felt hallow. 

Empty and cold- distant and fearful. 

Depression and sadness that lingered in grief. 

Some days it felt like there was ties to the devil. 

Lifeless on the inside. Hibernation.

The slow death of Summer that turned into the end of Autumn.

The colors faded like memories that shone so vibrantly.

Distracted by the picture of the fantasy. 

Knowing the glimmer fades and sparks turn into ashes-

Until the next time you meet someone- 

What hits you so profoundly 

That the words write themselves. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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