Yearning for that summer love again
But for now; ‘Til then
Season’s change green leaves turn brittle/dead and Begin to shed/fall off the brances of what used to be a nourishing apple tree. Picked by other hands leaving not even one/a bite for me. I cry and weep as if to mourn a loss. Downed, convinced that this is the end. But this is just another means to find way in a new begin, once realizing the beauty from within, opening you to see in ways you have never before did, now dead leaves fell only to be free, continuing along lively as it dances with the wind. Thinking there was no better love from then; ‘Til now.
-Julian ‘Naive’ Bronson
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