Wrought Avown

The breeze blows on the leaves slowly they start falling the hues change from green as if the sky to ground flaming Change is coming a rainbow confessed to running away with the cloud yesterday The sun screamed in horror at the fog and clouds that pour higher still to the darkened sky no one can see the light Flames lick the ground the sound is profound as the heat expounds a reaction confounds what hell hath been wrought avown? The wind stops blowing the leaves don't exist the waves stop crashing only…Read more …