A Vibrant Picture Outlined In Bold BlackA Poem by DearSweetAgonyDying leaves bend to the will of the wind from the new season And fall silently onto the ground, making a golden bundle of etiolated carcasses also known as a childs playpen. As the leaves fall, the trees are left bare and tarnished, The desolate boughs breathe in deaths hushed whispers, carried through the winds sharp, cold, cuts. The pointy trees and dead leaves birth forward an artistic inspiration that can only be seen and not captured on a canvas to be hung and forever admired or pictured. As the world turns, and seasons fall into the vibrancy of natures silence, And the rhythm of the falling leaves sing to the seasons cadence. Autumns beautiful death will bring Winters frozen presence. © 2011 DearSweetAgonyAuthor's Note
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