Our Different Natures
Why is it that when we decline and we are dying there is no beauty in our bodies
though there may be nobility in our natures and in our souls, yet when trees in
arboreal arabesque let fly their leaves floating to earth giving all creatures colourful
hope, but we are at our worst in deathly pale and black croaking at the end the
hope of eternity in different many ways, as the leaves do bunker compost go,
or the autumn fires so?
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2014
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