Long Fallen
It’s Autumn, where the verdant leaves turns gold, And goldenrod leaves quickly become old And those old leaves soon become just like me Something broken and crushed, something empty Long fallen from...
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The gentle swish-swish, swish-swish of leaves brushing against a window is somehow rhythmic. Continue reading →
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The same eyes saw the same street, the same leaf, at the same moment, yet each part views it, and thus tells it, differently.
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