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Autumn Whisper
I want to strip to skin
and hold silver moonbeams between my fingers.
we were all born under the stars,
the same stars made of fire and light.
too often we expect rewards because we want them
as if she was supposed to love me just because I tried,
because the sound of her name filled my mind with sunshine
and her smile burned into my heart like a thousand candles....
you can't expect the wind to sit silently at your feet
simply because you whispered its name.
The storms will rage through the swaying branches
and nothing can stop them but time.
When you throw a child into the air,
they don't curl up in a ball, bracing to hit the ground,
they spread out their arms,
hoping to grab and hold onto
the universe.
and hold silver moonbeams between my fingers.
we were all born under the stars,
the same stars made of fire and light.
too often we expect rewards because we want them
as if she was supposed to love me just because I tried,
because the sound of her name filled my mind with sunshine
and her smile burned into my heart like a thousand candles....
you can't expect the wind to sit silently at your feet
simply because you whispered its name.
The storms will rage through the swaying branches
and nothing can stop them but time.
When you throw a child into the air,
they don't curl up in a ball, bracing to hit the ground,
they spread out their arms,
hoping to grab and hold onto
the universe.
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