So soon much more than just a game,
like hot, dry fields when kissed by flame.
~ Riddled clues ~
Like Autumn leaves fall from their trees,
I’ll lay amongst. Come gather me.
~ Gathering leaves ~
How could I be so gullible
to think it were to be?
For now I am invisible
to all who used to see.
Won’t someone push me forward
to the place I want to stand?
I’ve combed through and through my meadow;
searching for who I am.