The Hollow Leaves

August 25, 2017

Through the breeze A slight scent of mint The Sumer didn't even make a dent In the column of cosmic debris Hollow leaves with colors that bleed In Autumn the colors turn red To awake the barren lake Columns of petrified fragmentation awaits There is a reason for are being Red, yellow & grey Will set your course for a happy day Nature beckons us to draw near I shed a tear to numb the inner pain From a Summer sunset to a new day dawn Some even curse the day they were actually born It will take you higher then ever before Lest I implore another open door Life is made up with moments like these Through the hollow leaves We made are stake in claim in the game of life Amidst the trials & strife With humble hearts we choose to explore Onto so much more lest I implore

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Mario Vitale has written well over 1,000 poems toward his platform in creative writing. His main ambition is to receive a poetry contract. He looks up to present poets John Ashbery & Major Jackson for their contribution to the arts. Vitale studied theatre at Central Connecticut State university in New Britain, Ct. Presently you will see Vitale's poems on the world wide web such sites as Wrterscafe, Neopoet, Starlitecafe, Poetrysoup & Allpoetry.com He appears in anthology's, magazine articles and editor choice award for poetry. Facebook has been an outlet for Mario Vitale in connecting to family & friends.

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