We sat silent
And content
With eyes
Still full of sleep
Waiting for the bus
The sky was still dark
Like it usually is
Because school
Starts way too early
And we listened
As the wind
Kicked up the leaves
Newly crisp and dead
From Fall’s bully breath
They sounded
Like skeletons
Dancing
On concrete
Sidewalks
And then the bus came
And all the skeletons
Just flew away
great stuff
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A beautifully painter picture. ❤
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Hasty paints a childhood memory.
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I love this 🙂 ❤
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