my eyes are fixated on the dead brown leaves scattered across the park as the gentle evening wind caresses my hairless biceps from all directions.
the greatest mistake anyone will make,
is see life for more than it is.
temporary. ephemeral.
as harsh as it sounds
"not everyone will love long".
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When leaves fall |Poetry
PoetryWhat is grief if not love persisting. When leaves fall is A poetry book exploring the pain of loss, mystery of death and beauty of life.
