September Sang to Me

Lostinthisworld

September sang to me,

the most delicate song.

Upon the cool night air,

a quiet strom emerged 

from out of the fall sky.

This was the most amazing storm,

as it whispered thunder in my ear

and hypnotized me with the fire

from the lightning in it's eyes.

It caressed me with soft rain drops

and all the while, it's wind blowing

down my guarded emotions.

Fear and excitement filled my

entirety,

as I was drawn so deeply 

to lay forever with this

masterpiece.

September sang to me,

the most delicate song,

with a quiet storm

that I now call home.

  • Author: Lostinthisworld (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2019 14:55
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write may that storm stir up more words in your mind.

    • Lostinthisworld

      Thank you! I definitely hope it does!



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