Autumn of the Soul
I've felt the sweet sadness that lurks in my soul,
momentary madness spun out of control,
I struggle to be free of fear but it is always there,
the past becomes the present, the future is unclear..
I lie in awe content to feel
the rhythm of my breath,
the season's fall
the leaves are all,
so brilliant in their death.
Copyright © Nancy Kaufman | Year Posted 2019
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