The color of the leaves before they turn brown
Like watching the sky as the sun drifts down
A gentle reminder that there's always an end
Life comes and goes like a hard gust of wind
So run through life and let go in the breeze
Feel it rush past you and flow into the trees
Let your heart beat fast but let it be light
Focus on the horizon and you'll make it alright
It's so nice to be chosen and so pure to be loved
To feel like you have nothing to be ashamed of
But feelings fade fast when reality takes hold
Distance and doubt can tarnish a heart of gold
You think you're lost and you'll never win
You want to give up and you want to give in
But you have a fire that burns in your soul
Kindle it carefully and you'll never grow old
It's so nice to be chosen and so pure to be loved
Let your embers be warm; of course you're enough
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Author:
noah (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2019 01:11
- Comment from author about the poem: I'll admit this one took a couple days (Bonus points to whoever gets the callback in the last couplet)
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Comments4
May that fire in your soul be with you forever.
A fine write Gon.
Thank you orchidee. :^)
This is beautiful, so well written
Thanks very much.
Nice flow, one of your best pieces by far!
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