Fall has fallen all around
The leaves leave their marks as the rain pounds
They print their imprints on the ground
The wonder of it seeps through my pores, as my poor soul pours down
And collects in joyful puddles around the thrift store shoes I found in town.
I took this picture out on the pavement in from of my apartment. Isn't it pretty? I will definitely be using it to age some photos in photoshop. Very exciting.
it's the little things
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i love your picture, and your poem.. but now i have "the little things" by Good Charlotte in my head.. and I'm not liking that so much
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