Friday, 14 September 2007


O I'd like so much to die in Autumn
In a place where Autumn is real
The dying trees litter the floor with beautiful shades of gold, red, orange, yellow and brown.
The dying trees litter the ground above me
Beauty in death
Beauty in dying.
and cave inward as winter walks by
decay with me
harsh cold winter
the harsh reality of death.

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