Alexis Esteb

playground swings.

I am directed by emotions alone. I am quite lonely, often springing to tears for no reason. I have a tendency to absorb the emotions of anyone near me.

Sensuous breezes caress my face,
So much peace comes with this place,
Cicada calls the only sound,
The hawk soars with no one else around,

Smile and laugh for no reason,
Maybe for that this is love season,
No where else can grass so grey,
Look so sweet; what can I say?

The tops of each tree turning yellow and red,
This is beauty; what more can be said?
And here I am, beneath it all,
Sweet sorrow, summer fades into fall.