A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

03 October 2013



Leaving dripping in the fog

Their colors beginning to change

Although the sky dapple grey

Grass grows an emerald gem


The air cool and sharp

Nature’s sound track muted

Only the gentle pitter patter sounds

The streets turned mirroresk


Chilled to the bone

I feel in tune, healthy

A spot of warm tea

Brings me back to life


Now is my favorite season

Immaculate weather

My ideal clothing

And great flavors

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