Storm Thunder fills the clouds And they let loose thick raindrops That spill into streets Fire A crackling blue flame Dances around our circle Heating our cold hands Autumn Breaths Foggy breaths combine Meeting in the crisp fall air Fading into clouds
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Nov 21
Poetry- Silence
Oct 03
Solitary
I like the indoors. I know that statement is seldom heard, but for me it’s true. Nature and all of that has never really impressed me; it’s cold and dark and unfamiliar. Even when it tries to show off with bright colors and warmth, I know the unpredictability of it well and I’ve decided …