Why I love Autumn

The pallet of reds, yellows, and oranges.

Reds I adore and treasure.

Sunlight begins to become foreign,

Yet continues her fight to be pleasured.

The air carries a calmness.

The rustle of nature’s wind chime

on the golden leaves is flawless.

Soothes me into the autumnal meantime.

The hues are reminiscent of the eternal goodnight,

Yet enticing and bring me delight.

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“I’m not strange; I’m just not normal” Salvador Dali inspired

Praise the extraordinary for all its glory.

Some may judge and tag you odd.

Normalcy is a tedious category.

Truthfully, a sterile presence is a facade.

Make waves and do the unthinkable.

Be proud of an existence that is original.