Disease of the Fall Breeze
the leaves on the trees turn from green to red,
fading away in timeless beauty that is forgotton
till all that remains is the memory in our head.
the autum breeze makes a serene melody in the trees,
and as countless people pass you by unnoticed ignorant
to the beauty of your disease.
your story goes on in the endless sky,
and on the wings of the phenoix you asend the highest peaks
of the stars, fly on pretty flower fly...
Copyright © Scott Mueller | Year Posted 2013
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