i sat at the park,
sketching life and all.
the leaves were falling,
it was the start of fall.kids near me
were naming colours
to their parents.
i heard the leaves were green
yet when they fall,
they change to brown.— they said life makes you take the brunt of it.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
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i sat at the park,
sketching life and all.
the leaves were falling,
it was the start of fall.kids near me
were naming colours
to their parents.
i heard the leaves were green
yet when they fall,
they change to brown.— they said life makes you take the brunt of it.