Fall.
What a funny word - fall.
As in tumbling towards cold?
As in slipping on a pavement?
As in stumbling in your cheer?
Fall.
Rainy days and melancholy.
Bittersweet moments are back to haunt the lightheaded mind.
Winter will be nicer; it won't be so... insecure.
Fall.
And yet a rise of new beginnings.
New friends, new experiences, new lives to discover.
It's never too dark, even after the bright heat has gone away.
Fall.
Which can be so bright. Or so very dark.
It all points to you -
Will you fall?
Or will you rise?
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A COLLECTION OF POETRY
PoetryHello everyone! :) This is my poetry collection and I decided to publish it so I can let all these unspoken words and feelings out of the constricting walls of my computer and phone :D I started writing poems when I was still in high school and they...
