Shedding leaves Against a slate-grey sky Stiffened limbs have Poured forth Their bounty, Have offered And provided For many. Now, They are Bracing.
Yet, even in These crisp, harsh, and Withering moments They flutter, Swoop, bend, And sway. They do not Forget how to Dance in the rain. There is A lesson To be learned From this particular Explosion before fading: Moving from Life to Death Is an art. Pick up your brush, and Start painting...
I love your moments of being poetry and it's direct relation to our fading existence.
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