Saturday, September 24, 2011

Some things gets old, other things never do.

What is fall to you?
Is it when summer gets old ?
is it when warm turns cold
it it when green goes red
or is it when leaves goes wrinkly.
Is it when everything dies
Is it when everyone cries.
Is fall a ending or a beginning
Two kids on the run
from something
 the city  perhaps
seeking into the woods
It is in the middle of fall, its cold, they are all alone. They stay together, they loose each other, they loose them selves, they find each other they find themselves.
they drink love, eat the cold
warm up by absorbing the colors of the leaves.
By one look a sweater with thick sleeves.
fall is inspiration
fall is here and will leave.

Fall is a open door if only you believe.

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