in the thunder
can you still hear my song
or am I lost
mute-silenced by the storm
an echo, nothing more
I pay no notice
as I wander the old road
through the wood
rimmed with birch and maple
bright with hues of red and gold
lost in thought
my coat heavy with damp leaves
patchworked colors
wind driven-plasterd by rain
each leaf placed by unseen hands
my thoughts fly to you
so far away, and yet here
I feel you breath
softly curling down my neck
I am no longer alone


Where's the judge? I protest! We shouldn't have to compete against honest-to-God real poets!!!!! 

This is purely awesome and beautiful. I love it, thank you so much for entering


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