
I am drifting in the air,
I was let go,
As I am no longer green,
But brown and whitering,
There is no other reason,
For me to survive,
Except to accept,
And to disentigrate,
I will return to the earth,
No matter where I am,
Because I am but a simple,
An unwanted leaf.
I loved what you said between the lines.π Well said!
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Thank you! I really appreciate it. I will surely do! π
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Oh the transition to autumn is a beautiful sight. My favourite time of the year. Like a Phoenix preparing for rebirth.
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I never thought of that! That is kinda insightful, Sara. Great thoughts! π
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Thanks Ally. And thank you for reminding me that autumn will be on the way soon. π
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Nice poem with deap meanings.
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Thank you. π
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