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Autumns secret
Cold in Autumns rein
It rains, a constant gasp of summers end
The days slowly creep by
There’s no miles, no space, no time
It watches me, snickering, while its cold fingertips pierce the warm layers of comfort
It knows all to well, glory stricken
a simpleton eyes peered into its light
not blinded becomes her sight
intrudedly inspired to put a question in ones mind
she knows
The rain, the wind, the falling leaves, the hibernating trees
its not a season, its something grandly hidden, a simplicity to confuse the soul
she knows
The colours that pound through the morning sky
the beauty to live a country life
so perfect, so intense, not one tint but millions
so painfully gorgeous,it will leave all to soon
it will lead you astray, it will make your consequences saunter away
its all to precious
fragile, that leafs itself fall
still beauty to ones eye
heartbreaking to watch them wither upon the soil
to be mushy, while a worms carcass spews its content on it' s heart
She knows
The leafs crumble up and die
the colours fade from the sky
and whats left
is the cold bitter air
the rain who solemnly swears
that even though it rains, it will rain again
she knows
That beauty is part of cruelty
a reality screaming to be heard
Why is the colourful tree more precious then the one who sleeps like a fleshless human
if we could see the beauty in each
maybe the winters whispers would be warm
maybe it would soften its chill
sisterly seasonal jealousy would falter
she knows
she knows because she herself is that of autumn
beautiful and cruel
