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I fell in love with fall when everything started to die
There’s something about the way the air smells, cool and sharp
The way it feels when you walk under grey skies
I feel something in my chest
Like exploring abandoned castles with hills of green
Do you hear the wind, my friend?
The way it makes these empty halls talk
The way the window panes on the church are broken, and the way the empty pews are now covered in leaves
Crumpled and shriveled, to crunch underneath our steps
Do you feel any different than last year?
Something in this wind,
feels lost but also found
It’s that feeling in my chest
Of corn mazes and hayrides
Pumpkins and Apples
Of an excuse to be sad
I close my eyes and listen to the way the wind makes the trees talk
Do you feel any different than last year?
I feel sad for empty people.
But like the owl twists it’s neck, I fear there will come a time where I twist mine
To see the world clearly for the first and last time
And spin around my head, to see the seasons pass before me
Grey skies and cold air that talks me to sleep.
Do you hear the wind, my friend?
Asked the wide-eyed owl
I’m getting tired and the cold is here,
It’s almost time for bed
But I have to ask before I leave
I hear your home is haunted, and the ghost that sleeps there looks like you
Is that true?
Do you feel any different than last year?
The clouds are feeling sad today
I can see them crying from my window
"Fall"
-Nick