The autumn leaves are flowing in the wind, as I stand at the rivers edge. Finding my peace for the first time in a month, i hear laughter and people talking.I stand there frozen wondering are they going to talk to me?
I watched them pass,sighing with relief that they did not.I lose myself in my thinking to console,an in doing so I think of something to say and I get happy.
Then I notice their gone, sighing I turn my attention back to the water.
©rimson
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