There Is No Autumn In Arizona

I was feeling nostalgic as I heard a train whistle while sitting in class

The distant whistle
of a train on the tracks

Take me away

Where crisp Autumn leaves
fall
Golden and red in the breeze

Where I can be
surrounded by my thoughts
Where they can devour me
envelop me
and we can leave friends and enemies alike
in the dust

Reviews

[emma]

very descriptive. painted a clear picture in my mind.

[Crow]

A beatifully prosed piece, verbal artistry.

Well penned.

[Antonio Valentino]

its nice to be in a place that reminds you that time, is fleeting yes

sometimes we just need a different vantage point..

toot toot... all aboard!

i think i need to jump on my self sometimes..

very nice
Antonio :)