NaPoWriMo Day 23

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: House of Ghosts
For some reason this wasn't posted, so here it is. The prompt for that day was to write a sonnet.

Submitted: April 30, 2016

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Submitted: April 30, 2016



Even though she told how it was,

Was how it was all that was on her mind?

For the leaves of the trees fall in autumn,

And as they change color they sense something,

And the deep red of the world is not more,

Than the deep orange of the other one,

Or than the deep yellow that its next to,

Or than the lighter green than is next door,

But with her it seems it will never change,

Kicking rocks on the sidewalk when it’s late,

Drinking bitter coffee so early now,

The seasons and leaves change but never her,

There’s nothing to blend together it seems,

Because the gray shines through and through always.

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