Morning of the Fallen Sky
morning fog blankets a city landscape
broken sidewalks and broken dreams
ghosts of summer at hand
poets in the coffee shop
share verse
fallen leaves bleed red
whispers of a breeze
memories of past loves
the walk alone, a soliloquy
leaves still green
hang onto memories
the sky has fallen
someone cries
on an autumn day
something in the air
a change of seasons
nature’s truths shared by lovers and friends
stories borne in my heart- I’m a child no more
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