Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The trees are dying, not me

every year around a certain time
all things come to terms with
the seasonal death that each of us
know of our selves,
once pink now red
once ravishing, now ravished
fortunately the melancholy
induced from this
is not the worst
of your feelings

post modern verse

Certain period each year
All things come to terms with
Death of the season that each of us
Know our own
Red, pink once again
Once again lovely, charming
Fortunately depression
Derived from this
The worst is not
Your feelings

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