Cute, Fall/Autumn, Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, Writing

Apple Orchard

A subtle scent winds through the soft breeze, Carrying slight sweetness and the crispness of fresh autumn apples Gingerly, I pluck one from an outstretched branch, Feeling its cold, smooth skin in my little hands

Cute, Emotions, Freestyle, Love, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

Falling

I swore I could see the moon, Majestic and beautiful, Reflected in your hazel eyes At that moment, I wanted nothing more Than to fall into the moon, Drowning in its lunar embrace