The ground half yellow with golden leaves,
beside cold, gray stone which thought of winter.
Like heartache does of frozen needs.
The wind blows gold and gray together,
until all that’s left to see..
Is the heartaches wonder of all that could have been.
As leaves cover all what the eyes have trusted to have known,
The path that seemed so secure and strong,
turned out to be just dead as stone.
As what seemed to be dead, whispering goodbye,
There it was, mellow as a blanket covering a lie..
How could my heart have forsaken me so much?
It told my eyes to see stone,
as sweet as a childs lough can touch.
Where the half dead leaves covered a dead belief,
It was Life itself which covered a road that carried me to grief.
It softly rustled with the wind,
a song within the dying of its means.
But when it fell in order to die,
All its purpose was to make space,
for new of its kins!
Even half alive..
And dedicated to die..
All life does is dying for another life.
Whilst what was dead can never die.
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