Bizzare

 

Bizarre feeling
Deja vu

Slight coldness hold in the air
rusty leaves in their suit
the season has ended and started –
my mood

Of phase growing what once the dead
roughly no reason, no purpose, again
thrown by the blow, bouncing back forth
stripped of the clothing trees

Naked, surreal seem to be fact
we’re on hold until sun is back
grasp of the night, volatile the stream
before the moon rises

Hollow depraved in a lack of light
instead of meaning seeing only dark
nature has will, tools and a wisdom
in its beauty embraces the death

 

 

 

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