I shiver in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree, fighting against the autumn's moans. I recipricate in frustration at my onry attitude. I have made myself trail amoungst a path of pathetic oblivion. I realize now the detremental position I am in. I must care for my well being to survive in the cold winds of my lonely heart. I seek solace in the propaganda of true love. An emotion fit for my uncertainities. I dissect the argument left behind, as my mind liberates itself from an unjust infactuation. I doth desire all love so pure. So compelling that I will be swept away with its first rays. Ohhh, the golden rays, it must shine upon me during the new season. For this dawn is dead, and new horizons must follow. Swallow my insecurites and fly away, I do. Allowing the wind to carry me to its forthright destination. Only to be laid upon the beauty of a euphoric landscape. Where I will then spread seeds of love to be accepted into the furtile ground, where I lay my roots.
Crystal Self
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