Growing Green To Dying Brown (Photography, Poetry)


the autumn leaves fell,
lifeless, onto the ground,

many smiles they drew, while they were still abloom,
from pure, innocent faces,
of little women, walking hand-in-hand with their mothers,

many joyous cries they drew, while they were still abloom,
from mischievous faces,
of little men playing with their fathers,

the autumn leaves fell,
lifeless, onto the ground.

still, many smiles they drew,
from the same little women, who grew,
to be mothers themselves,

still, many joyous cries they drew,
from the same little men, who grew too,
to be fathers themselves.

time was no hindrance to the autumn leaves,
they forever have decided to love us,
and make us smile, when we see them,
growing in green to dying in brown, all the time.

and in no desperation, nor in a probable exaggeration,
my love too, forever, would be upon you,
you see it or not,
my love won or lost,
me alive or not.

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