A Time of Change

Thoughts of fall, the colors melting as falling leaves spread the residue of change across the landscape.

Shrouded in a fine myopic mist, the land lays waste to a slow death.

Wanting to hold on to precious life, the false hope of the future lasts until time reaches out and quietly asks it to return to the earth.

 

 

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