Old Friends

I wish that I could read your mind
The bridge is built yet the wall remains
Is it fear? Remnants of a young man’s pride?
Perhaps it’s a blessing that thoughts are invisible
I will keep my heart open
Put the past aside my friend
Our autumn is here
I would have mine
Coloured in every shade
Every tone
~ KbT
14 August 2015

6 thoughts on “Old Friends

  1. In the autumn there are the reds of fallen leaves and reds of hearts, but many think of winter plans and the mistletoe plant will be green in winter drinking the sap of trees dormant. What does the mistletoe think? There are those who look up at it, and it looks down with invisible thoughts.

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