It was like…
it was meant to be,
finding you at summer’s end,
where all things fall,
through the dotted lines…
of gold and red,
finding you at summer’s end
It was like…
it was meant to be,
finding you at summer’s end,
where all things fall,
through the dotted lines…
of gold and red,
finding you at summer’s end
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
September 13, 2016 at 9:15 pm
Lovely.
September 13, 2016 at 9:15 pm
Thank you so much 🙂
September 13, 2016 at 9:21 pm
You’re very welcome.
September 13, 2016 at 9:46 pm
I like the multiple meaning the word “fall.” The poem is lovely.
September 13, 2016 at 10:55 pm
Thank you my friend 🙂
September 14, 2016 at 3:38 am
May your stories never end.
September 14, 2016 at 6:51 pm
Thank you John 🙂
September 14, 2016 at 7:08 pm
You are welcome, Neha.
September 14, 2016 at 3:39 am
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By the great Neha.
September 14, 2016 at 8:02 am
Brilliant, insightful, lovely. ❤
September 14, 2016 at 6:51 pm
Thank you so much Jack 🙂
September 14, 2016 at 10:14 am
Gorgeous photo! I’d love to walk down that path. 🙂
September 14, 2016 at 6:52 pm
Thank you so much Brad, photo is from google 🙂
September 14, 2016 at 12:35 pm
You have written this so well, I feel like the leaves as they fall. What joy to find someone at a beautiful time of year. It makes for a memorable moment. I also love this photograph.
September 14, 2016 at 6:52 pm
Thank you my friend 🙂
September 14, 2016 at 1:48 pm
Such an awesome photo and your poetic words are truly mesmerizing.
September 14, 2016 at 6:52 pm
Thank you so much 🙂