• bluntgirl_mj 10w


    A month slips cotton
    Off my room, once more
    Welcomes woollen.

    Inside my heart it grow songs
    of warm relation.
    Those cold winds blow my hair
    like a lover's titillation.

    The waving butterflies giving path
    to a new season.
    Slowly opening my heart to
    late sun and hot coffee.

    For me
    It's like those young age romance
    Changing so fast.
    So warm at one point
    and chilling at the other.
    Wow so perplexingly beautiful october!