Quiet, pretty birdsong,
Fingers gone numb,
Browned leaves falling,
An early setting sun.
Red sky in morning,
Red sky at night,
Black bramble berries,
An off-yellow light.
Long sleeved jumpers,
Slippers on cold feet,
Smiling for the first time in forever,
In the autumn fire's heat.
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The Catalyst To My Goodbye
RandomPoetry, probably some literature, and a whole lot of mess. Warning: themes of depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, sexual/domestic abuse, death, anxiety and loneliness.
