Tree leaves are falling, from grey sky,
as if orchards were aging quickly
without knowing why,
Each fallen leaf tells us that
death is the motion of “no”.
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And tonight the heavy earth murmurs,
withdrawing from the milky way in loneliness.
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Our hearts sink. our hands hand low,
Letting the weigh of maturity go.
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Yet, there is someone, whose hands
are forever irony and steely,
withholding the stress from the Fall.
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Love it….
vivid imagery.
a powerful ACCOUNT.
🙂