Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Lonesome at Day

Fall was here and everything seemed so alone. Winter was already bringing the cold. I walked outside and sat underneath the red maple tree. The leaves swished up, putting me at peace. I wished this moment would never end. She was gone and the air had not passed. It was time to heal. I would miss the skies. My heart dropped for a minute and I finally started to breathe. I flowed like a river at last.

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