cozy corner with my tea; a slice of pumpkin pie? Yes, please; the dance of autumn leaves |
| The dance of autumn leaves The time has come; my body's fed; in a blink my inner child has fled yet stares at wrinkles, hides my meds. I'm lost without my memories, that twirl within my head! reside where I can't see! like wisps of fog now shred like shadows of the dead. and so I'm left with these instead: a cozy corner with my tea; a slice of pumpkin pie? Yes, please; the shuffle dance of autumn leaves that swirl around my head that land where I can't see, cold wisps of fog now shred, mere shadows of the dead. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga (29.oktober.2021) [178.264] 16 lines Muttering to myself: memories/mem'ries; around, 'round, round; 'in a blink my' vs 'my blinking'. For October 2021
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