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Post by Solace512 on Aug 26, 2004 21:18:19 GMT -5
the leaves and I:
the leaves and I, go through our time of change. turning brittle and brown. we fall lazily to the ground, only to be stomped upon, crushed, turning to nothing but dust.
when our season comes around, it is our time to shine, becoming shades of gold, red, and orange, a warm array of colors. but, when autumn comes to a close, we lose our color; our confidence. we become fragile and broken, and take our last breathe of oxygen, before we take a dive down to our graves on the hard, cold ground.
with the arrival of spring, comes our replacements. new leaves with a youthful green. they too, go through the change of life, and it is always sad to see them go. when my time comes, I'll go gracefully and unafraid. taking the dive, falling softly to my place with the ground.
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Post by AquarianM on Aug 31, 2004 14:50:26 GMT -5
There is something both inevitable and precious in the height of "our season." Like any living thing we are all too brief. This piece captures the essence of being under that rule of existence extremely well.
Dan
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