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Fall

  • Writer: Trix Cruzales
    Trix Cruzales
  • Nov 16, 2022
  • 1 min read

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We’re at the end of the season.

Time passed by without a reason.

The breeze starts to winter.

A new season we enter.


A lot of things fall.

No matter how tall or small.

Changes happen in time.

These changes stay for a lifetime.


Wither away until orange turns white.

The new wind brings frostbite.

Warmth we seek can’t be found.

The heart we hear pound.


Disappointment never fails.

Pain felt like hammered nails.

No one asked to care.

Beware of a cold angered glare.

 
 
 

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