All These Faded Novembers
Author: November
Filed in: memories, forever, sadnessAll these faded Novembers slip past
leaving me with the stale dusty taste of things forgotten
on my tongue
Maybe I haven’t the memories…
Or perhaps I haven’t the heart.
Sometimes, I think I can recapture the moment:
How freedom felt on the soles of unshod feet
crisp and sharp like new grass.
Or the decadence of the sultry summer sun on naked flesh
ripe with the promise of possibility,
without the threat of "forever"
But my courage has left me;
I drift aimlessly on the bitter winds.
I now drink from the placid waters
and feed upon the bracken and moss
which grows within my shadowed soul.
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