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The autumn
forests burn
the knowledge of impending death of all you knew straight through your eyes into your brain.
Understand: this circle of life is not a circle.
It is a spiral with an end and you slide down to never ending darkness.
Quite right that you are so afraid. |
Sanctuary Poems (c) 2000 StarFields - http://1-poem.com/
Sanctuary Poems (c) 2000 StarFields - http://1-poem.com/