It's the time when birds start to make their journey to the south. Everything from our past seasons leaves...except for leafs.
Leafs are the symbol of life. They start off as a little sprout on a branch, grow up, die, and fall off the tree for new ones to grow.
This, I think, is a symbol of our generations yet to come. You make sacrifices...
To better the future
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Life is a Long Story
PoetryLife isn't about finding yourself, it's about making yourself. --George Bernard Shaw 💚
