Season of death

sophia oriana

As the leaves wither and dry, and warmth gives her last kiss goodbye.

When the skies turn a melancholy grey, and the awful weather causes for a vacant bay.

When apple trees are picked until bare. Corn is now a maize.  People jump in the leaves.

Orange and red plants are used in wreaths. Autumn is beautiful and also a snare. A season of death, but its pretty so who cares.

  • Author: sophia oriana (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 7th, 2018 13:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Burning Crow

    Really well written got a very eerie atmosphere to it.

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed



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