Wednesday, October 21, 2015

A Poem For The Masses

October From Afar

By: Rodolfo Perez


I breathe the cold October air,

The wind picks up not only the fallen leaves around me,

But my spirit;

And the color orange makes its way into my brain, and



I watch over the beautiful, dead leaves,

Their buttery hues, with the auburn tips that are like the autumn’s rose

The armies of the crisp, dead leaves cover the cracked streets,

As well as the faded rooftops

And for a moment,

Just a moment,

It looks beautiful.

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