Slowly becoming cold again,
My summer has faded to autumn,
And the veins of this falling leaf,
Have become lifeless and empty, alone with the wind
As the tearful winter opens it’s tired eyes,
Salt from the abandoned tears of winter’s last memory
Strive to keep out the light,
For fear of being blinded by the snow
I’m still waiting for the wind
To turn my new leaf, but only
Lifeless veins are light enough to be lifted…..
And dying brings me closer
The shadows from this withered willow tree can cover footprints in the snow
And the falling flakes may blind my eyes
But my blood will always lead me home.
If you need find me, look for my blood in the snow
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Koham ciebie babe...
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I love this. +fav. It retains mystery even the third time reading it through. There's a sense of wonderment present here, a touching recourse through nature. It's an exploration to read and a delight to the senses.
Looks like I'll have to keep my eye on you.
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It's a lonely trip around the Sun this time of night.
Beautifully written; I enjoyed the consistency of references to the seasons... it seemed to flow without slowing down for anyone, like in real life. Sadly, life slows for no one. Many find out the hard way.
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There may not always be a choice, but there is in the end a point to all things.
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