Dear Autumn,
i’m falling again
happens every time you come around
my shade turning a bright red
as i fall endlessly
waiting to hit the ground
but the wind of your seasons
keeps me floating in the breeze
not following any direction
but the one you blow me
and following it with ease
wondering
longing
daydreaming
will you ever catch me
or am i just one of many
to be kept drifting
Love,
Leaf
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A. P. Cooper
I write. Point. Blank. Period. It’s what I know. It’s where I live. It’s who I am. So if you really want to get to know me, read what I write.
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