Quiet Autumn Cold


Sitting in the quiet

Colorful Autumn cold

Clouds masking the sun

Slivers of clear blue between them

Softly rustling the gold and crimson leaves

The wind blows through the trees

I ponder the excellence and beauty

Which life often bestows

Sitting in the quiet

Colorful Autumn cold

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About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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