Fall is vague

Trees are whispering,

moonlight is glowing,

everything else is

silent.


Midnight creeps up

out of nowhere,

silent houses stand still,

and I am left with

only nostalgia -


feelings I've never known,

thoughts I haven't dreamed,

memories I've never lived.


Fall is vague,

and I find myself wondering

why...?


JS 11 / '12

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