Fallen Angels
That day…was rather breezy
Swirled in the midst of autumn chill
Fallen leaves blown to their fate
Freely down on my feet in crisp state
A glimpse at a conspicuous soul
Sat lax on a green, coarsened bench
A steaming flask in his hand
His vision fixed…plethora at hand
A glow…painted on his weary face
His serene smile in wretched phase
A warm feeling it brought forth
At that moment… my energy restored
His smile…an ardent blazon
To a hastened but pliant evolution
His restive, mystified demeanor
Enamored…his dignified manor
The wind in its might then
The lost soul found its path to mine
Swiftly…he walked on
Against the wind’s grasp to oblivion
His aura slowly dawned on me
An armed tune in his gentle voice
Rouse emotions…cloaked intentions freed
A subtle daunt…admonished poise
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