fall

the streets

are painted

in streaks

of snowflakes

that delicately

fall before

falling eyes.

and there’s

times i

wish i

was a

little like

that.

there’s

times i

wish i

didn’t have

to fall

all

at once.

8 thoughts on “fall”

short-prose-fiction December 13, 20176:26 pm Reply

Beautiful!

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1. Biko December 13, 20176:32 pm Reply
  
  Thank you! 🙂
  
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ivors20 December 13, 20177:32 pm Reply

Don’t want to wish too hard Biko, it might come true

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1. Biko December 14, 201711:59 am Reply
  
  It just might!
  
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oldepunk December 13, 20177:54 pm Reply

Lovely poem

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1. Biko December 14, 201712:00 pm Reply
  
  Thank you so much. 😊
  
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anie December 13, 20178:04 pm Reply

beautiful but sad!

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1. Biko December 14, 201712:00 pm Reply
  
  Thank you Anie! 😄
  
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