#1918-Naturally
31/10/2022
Sunday morning walks,
In autumn’s placid sun.
When the world slept,
As leaves fell to the ground.
Youthful days,
When I felt listless,
Lonely, bored.
Now I know,
These days come and go.
For like autumn’s leaves,
I too must wait,
Until it’s time,
For feelings to naturally flow.
