Fall Romantics

Little red leaves organize scattered on the ground in geometric patterns we fail to recognize

Except me, of course.

I love fall more that I love myself

"Don't murder the flow, the stream, the book, or the poet."

It's how I think is desperation

The flow and the river are connected

Bound by rules of nature and physics like me

We both wish to evolve and consume

Literally and figuratively

The book must not be killed

To kill a book is to kill a poet

Her words and her mind like blood and ink mixed, dripping on a page

And to kill a poet is to kill many, many books

Unborn but alive in minds

Not yet conceived.


 

TheDemiDevil

MD

14 years old

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