RL ( / Thousand Oaks)

Blind Wanderer In A Dark Forest (Sonnet 10)

Children fall in rains of December
Autumn leaves turn silky and soft
They make me think and try to remember
What light this world has given and lost
Lost are the ones who bleakly dream
They decay and rot like September breeze
Cool and gentle, it fades its gleam
Often a rose loses its thorns in relief
With a sigh, they shake off their wings
And let go; they strive to be complete
Without a conscience they linger
Through the forest of the dark and obsolete
To find a purpose; we all possess this thirst
To break through and grow out of the worst

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