Dawn approaches as the
oak tree over the
hills slowly shades its golden leaves,
Foot prints in the
beach fade as time
chases the memory
of mortal existence.
The water settles as
the stone reaches
beneath the river
and the wind's
wrath vanishes like
smoke in clear air,
Deep breaths are for those who want to
live another day for
a second chance to make a minor heaven,
Beneath the leaves
lies the golden realm where the
good and forgiven
dance to harps of
hope.
Memory flashes pierce through the
Minds of innocence with a sigh of relief,
Through the forest
and down the deep
valley the river runs
dry and ruins its
existence with it.
The withering lilly finally turns brown
as a mystic turn of
fate closes in and
gnaws everything
within its reach,
A feel of sheer
disbelief falls to
those willing to be
truimphant against a
fading light,
A breath is lost
every time the sun
sets in the cold...
The sparkling northern stars adorns
The black moonless sky with a
Glitter of the fallen leaves.
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