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Click hereShimmering in the fading light,
The autumn leaves fall to the ground,
Painting a kaleidoscope of vivid colors,
They mingle with the scarlet of spilled blood.
Evening comes and I tremble in the dark,
The sun now a distant memory.
My tears are cold while the rage runs hot
As I lay motionless on the forest floor.
Inside me, the burning intensifies.
My vision darkens, yet still I see the leaves
Dance upon the wind, the gentle sway of them
A beautiful lullaby for me to sleep.
"Les feuilles mortes," I whisper to the trees.
Abandoned leaves in all their glory,
Brilliant, delicate, admired too late.
Fine company, indeed.
But also oh-so-complicated. Kind of a "still waters run deep" kind of thing. Bravo.