A collection of predestined poems that were meant to be collecting themselves just beneath the surface.


10. State of Fall

I will hang out in sandy cities

Searching for shaded spots

Wiping useless drops off of my forehead

Just trying to get by

But that is before

And before is a yearning that saddens


I will twirl around in oceans of colors

The leaves cascading from all around me

A taste of apple tea will fill my mouth

While my cheeks show signs of briskly red

This is the now

And this is where I want to stay


I will wade through mountains of cold

Only reminding me of all those nights

Spent in front of the fireplace with novels

And how I miss the sound of soft raindrops on my rooftop

This is the cruel now

And this is when I wish towards the next October the most


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