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A poem I wrote about raking leaves on a crisp fall day with my girlfriend. |
Author's Note: I know there are some flow problems with this, but I've tried to re-write it a few times and nothing else seems to fit just right. Please feel free to suggest alternatives! The smoky air fills my lungs, A pleasant, pungent twist. My heart sings, My smile hums; I wish we'd stay like this. The wind swirls in chilly waves, My heart skips a beat, Because of you, I’m saved - You’ve swept me off my feet. Red, orange, yellow, maroon. The colours dance in the sky. Love, hope, Promise, trust. I see it in your eyes. I swing my arms around and low, Picking up some leaves, And as I throw them in the air, I finally believe. Believe you won’t pretend, Believe this is all true. Believe, As my heart is unsheathed, That it is safe With you. The leaves twirl like ribbons, A tango with the wind. Their colours are reminiscent Of the fire that’s within. The leaves fall now, Gathering and catching the ground. Beneath my feet they surrender, A familiar crunching sound. The representation changes, They’re no longer just leaves. They’re things I hated - The sadness in me. Together we rake them up, Together we push them down. Together, We are free. |