Autumn doesn’t land, it falls

By Pasha   

Sometimes the colors so vivid, take shape on my mouth
And my words speak it into existence
I can follow their trails with tips of tongues in the air as I get lost in the distance
The flowers all here shape petals and their tears are the morning dew
So I follow the path I left
But nobody knew
it would come back to you

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Sometimes I get lost