October 16, 2008 § 2 Comments
The paths are coated in rich oranges and soft born yellows.
Twinkling to the ground lighter than the points of toes.
Allowing herself to be free.
The only place to escape.
Autumn is now here.
She’s on her own.
Deafening against the thick line of silk winds.
This is hers.
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