Itâs a good outlet for meâŠ
Shall I post something or freestyle?
Hmmm⊠Iâve been missing autumn. đ I wrote about that.
The north wind meets Where the west wind beats Foliage to wither Trees lost feathers In hues of crimson, brown and gold Find a path under foot Where piles of autumns shed is put Crunch as you step Seeing your breath As the last light of autumn will set In this air where trees are bare Some color still hung up there Fallen from branch But hopes are not dashed Still sun glows a warmth through the cold Wander back autumn For my heartâs at the bottom Lost from the fray But in hues of your da...
But in hues of your day
In the arms of some comfort I lay
Danny. Thank you. Very kind.
Itâs my language âșïž
Hey alllllll, any readers in the house?
Hey Madison, howâs it going?
Itâs the heart of Saturday night! đ„
Anybody here near Chicago Heights?
Yeahhh the rounded triangle in the middle⊠looks like stroopwaffel
