Fall
sitting in the cool night
finding words unspoken
putting them on paper
with a pen, i write words
that have to be taken
from the sky above me.
staring at the sky
the stars bright with flames
my eyes do not blink
thinking of good times
seeking to learn more.
condensing thoughts
flaming, bright stars
a dark blue sky
good memories
the moon's out
its light's cast
on my face
cool wind
street lights
Fall
Copyright © Hosea Griffith | Year Posted 2009
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