Northern wind why do you rush into my heart colapsing my reason stemming from the tree of thought leaves changing with each exception to moment Autumn turns to winter where rain falls endlessly sky becomes hazy gray for days ocean scraps the beach shore for victims a despair on the heart of this island Tapestry of light reflecting through the files of snow flakes cascade from a silhouette a mountain that sits in contimplation of its feelings mainly the dimise of man Questions spill from the quaking rush of a short river that seems to fall standingdeer
Autumn turns to winter where rain falls endlessly sky becomes hazy gray for days Really liked these two lines. They're true and almost tactile. Keep writing!
