Leaves changing colors--red, yellow,
orange, and brown.
They fall, so gently, to the ground.
A single park bench sits alone
in the middle of October.
A young girl sits quietly,
thinking to herself of all
that her life contains.
Hopes and dreams are not far off,
and certainly not out of reach.
Her only hindrance is not knowing
which is best.
Thinking, thinking, through and through,
deeper, deeper her thoughts progress.
Silent waves caress her thoughts,
but her curiosity is not assuaged.
The whispering winds blow her hair,
but she fails to notice.
Lost in the middle of October,
a young girl dreams of what her life
could be.
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