feuille morte | 20

To make a countryman understand what feuille-morte­ colour signifies, it may suffice to tell him, it is the colour of withered leaves in autumn.
— John Locke, An Essay Concerning Human Understanding, 1690 (Source: Merriam Webster)

strolling on a red-orange path,
re-living glimpses of our past
fly like feathers of gold.

like the autumn foliage
running so wild,
our memories so old.

my amber sight
searching for your light,
mingling with the tears of agony.

because —
you felt so safe and sound
as the beautiful selection of brown.

[Image Source: vevo]

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amalgmation of all my favourite complex female characters

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