Maybe blowing idly one moment,
Perhaps absent the next,
I mindlessly chase after you,
Desperate to know which direction you will go,
Carrying me, a mere autumn leaf,
A leaf that wishes to fly in your embrace,
Endlessly beyond those who will overlook my fragile existence,
And into the delicate wings of those beautiful butterflies,
Those beautiful butterflies that will take me fragility in their delicacy,
And fly through the ever-changing rains with me,
On my wonderful Breeze.
YOU ARE READING
Outlet: My Book of Abstract Thoughts
PoetryMy book of poetry, philosophy, literature and everything of the sort. Anything you read in this book can be interpreted any way you want, making it abstract. With no exact schedule, I put my thoughts and experiences into words not so blatant, in or...
