A young poet.!
So naive
with
pen
in
hand.
Spilling
emotions
upon
a page.
Autumn
leaves
turn to
gold..
Catching
in the
wind,
blow
away..
Angel
flakes
of white
cover
the
ground,
creating
magic..
Thoughts
of a
lifetime
surface..
Secrets
of the
ages
come
into
play..
I can relate to this because it makes me think back to age 10 when I first started writing poetry...