I step on red leaves too tired to make collages of my life. I breathe cold autumn air and reflect on another birthday come and gone I open the small window for your scent and feel the cold draft in…

Source: Time



  1. vishalbheeroo · August 20, 2016

    Words like the lush of gentle air blowing and wafting through the soul:)

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · August 20, 2016

      Thank you!! Nice to have you here again.


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