THE FALLEN
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Phases phases phases
I wonder what's permanent
I had different faces faces faces
Green, Golden, Brown
An example of impermanence
An instance of transience
Green, I was in my all glory
I giggled with the breeze
I danced with the wind
Golden, I was a melancholic beauty
Well then, I lost my grip with the breeze
I then swayed and spiraled all the way down with the wind
Now I lie brown on my death bed
Born with the rain
Gone with the wind
I'm one of the fallen
The fallen leaf
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My Experiments With Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of random poems that I wrote. You will find poems from a range of funny incidents and mishaps to love and heartbreak to anxiety to roasting people to ode for nature to dead dog. I'm a book addict. I have fictophilia issues. ~ �...
