how like my life are these dying embers
how like my life is the setting sun
how like my life are these moldering timbers
how like my life is the world undone
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Fallen Leaves
PoetryFrom time to time I dabble in poetry. Nothing too long or too complex, just little thoughts and passing impressions. Like autumnal leaves, they drift about my mind. Here are a few that have settled to the ground.
Contemplation
how like my life are these dying embers
how like my life is the setting sun
how like my life are these moldering timbers
how like my life is the world undone
