The greens were turning yellow, brown, red, and orange.
The sky turned honey colored with the sun.
She was hiding in her sweaters like they were her personal cloaks.
This was her season, the changing season.
She was changing too. She finally understood what 'changing with the weather' meant.
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PoetryWhen the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] * * *Art posted in this book is drawn by me, they shou...
