I saw my whites and your blues mixing and matching and creating what I can recall as "our sky" but I forgot what is termed mine after words slipped my hands and left me lifeless. I have hazy sunshine and diminishing moonlight kept and accumulated in my bottled heart yet I yearn for the voids and hope that made my canvas a less about nostalgic autumn and little more about ashes. Here's your second prompt for #NaPoWriMo. Describe autumn, the season when old leaves are shed, in your heart. #autumninheart #poemtime #napowrimo_sha. #idkwhatijustwrotehelpmefigireoutthis Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
