The Beauty of the Fall

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the rain showed me the light between its drops
the petrichor smelled so freshly in the air, mixed with some sweet aroma
it was the last rain before autumn entered
fall: leaves, trees, skies, days,
me, you

Do you know how many poems had been made for you – before The Fall?

The Fall shows me the you in a pair of glazing eyes, with a glazing hair, and a glazing smile
the you that just can be seen but can't be touched
the you that walking gracefully in the ground full of falling leaves while the
me who has just fallen from the tree as a leaf
have nothing to hatred, have nothing to be left

and still I adore you in The Fall
still I heart The Fall
as much as I did to you

22:51
Sunday, 15 October 2017

I did love you. I did, before The Fall entered, before I suddenly became a leaf.

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