Ghosts In November Skies
what’s unsaid
lingers clouds
words rustle leaves
before they fall
this is the story
this morning I walk
through a collage
of reds and yellows
on a hill
I remember
an old love
a verse it lives
running through my veins
I remember summer
of how we talked
after I came in
the rain
I remember
the morning
I knew she was gone
I remember
I knew she was gone
the morning
I remember
the rain
after I came in
of how we talked
I remember summer
running through my veins
a verse it lives
an old love
I remember
on a hill
of reds and yellows
through a collage
I walk
this is the story
before they fall
words rustle leaves
lingers clouds
what’s unsaid
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