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Footnote: Autumn, 1977
Leaves fall from branches,
and lay together on the
warm grass. We, too, were
soon to fall from our feelings;
then to land so far apart.
Kyakuchuu
Leaves fall from branches,
and lay together on the
warm grass. We, too, were
soon to fall from our feelings;
then to land so far apart.
Kyakuchuu
With the falling of the
With the falling of the leaves comes that feeling of connections, not so much intimacy but its infrastructure breaking apart and landing where proximity won't allow. The separate paths thus continuing on in the succeeding cycles of being, another Spring but the same old feeling. Too poignant to describe. Thanks for having shared.
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Thank you. That and 1981's
Thank you. That and 1981's were the two most horrific autumns of my life, and they still haunt me to this day---even to still having nightmares from time to time. But thanks for reading and commenting.
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