It Happened That Day

So, I'm not a poet and most of the time I totally don't get poetry. But sometimes I assemble these words in my head that carry a lot of meaning for me. Here is something I wrote down yesterday. Eventually I'll try and incorporate this with a picture.


It happened that day,
that late autumn day.

I remember that day

as the leaves fell like rain.

I sat in the sunshine,

to help warm the pain.

But all of a sudden,

the clouds came again.

The clouds came again...

And the wind threw those leaves.

Sometimes distant memories

seem too much like dreams.

Too much like dreams.

Like that late autumn day.

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