Mushrooming clouds like sudden bursts of joyous explosions into the sky.
And a multitude of leaves in a million hues of fall,the yellow days.
This afternoon,I lie on my stomach,
Lie,Watching my life,staring right back into my eyes,
My green tea is growing cold beside me,longing for the embrace of my lips against it's rim.
And a calender butterfly-one those that are found in every season,striped black and orange.
Uneventful occurances that move me to me to the whim,with their charm-nothing less than their sheer simplicity.
I could be seventeen or seventy -two,
It's one of those eternal feelings that ceases to fade.
The same way the inside of a shell never loses the sound of the sea.
And a multitude of leaves in a million hues of fall,the yellow days.
This afternoon,I lie on my stomach,
Lie,Watching my life,staring right back into my eyes,
My green tea is growing cold beside me,longing for the embrace of my lips against it's rim.
And a calender butterfly-one those that are found in every season,striped black and orange.
Uneventful occurances that move me to me to the whim,with their charm-nothing less than their sheer simplicity.
I could be seventeen or seventy -two,
It's one of those eternal feelings that ceases to fade.
The same way the inside of a shell never loses the sound of the sea.
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