Autumn came again,
Sneaked into houses-
A beaten dog, looking for a place
To warm up.
Leaves rustling under hurried feet,
On wet pavements and grounds,
Smell of moist cells dying,
As the days are shortened of life,too.
And cold hanging curtains
Of humid,stabbing air.
Pushing aging summer out
Like an usurper.
History comes alive through the eyes of royal women
Still Standing - Careering Into My Seventies
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Necuvintele lui sunt negandurile mele...
The art of becoming hinges on being self aware and sometimes, it's painful.
Functioning on coffee, workouts and cabin life energy. I read and write in the mountains.
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