Sunday, October 25, 2009

I wait all year for the fall.

I have lessons to be learned from autumn;
You do not die gracefully
but you die with passion
and when you have clothed the streets
with your
fire-scented blush
we look up to see
the sky shattered by
the angry arms of empty trees.

Teach me, autumn!
and I will break every heart
that has ever loved me.

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