This is about how
Nothing has meaning, but
Autumn air smells like safety
In a big forest and a wooden hut
I lay with the other half
of my soul that I lost
Patting on my heart gently
Promising with no fingers crossed
Seeing nothing but darkness
Feeling the upcoming frost
My heart isn't scared
For I have not lost
Anything that has meaning
But everything I have crossed
About the Creator
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