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Autumn of Life

Episodes of yearly autumn bring back to mind some realities pertinent to life - the changing of colors and falling of withered leaves; similar to aging, a metaphor of dying. The wind blows these leaves trees seem to be in tears, with no birds singing nor chirping like a scene in a graveland. Death in the surface silence across the land others hidden in their abodes, like a refuge against this season. As the sun hides its face darkness caves in elsewhere where many seem to be set to get home and be able to take a rest. Oh, the autumn of life! starts to unfold the how it feels the beginning of the accumulated youth, energy and dynamism, so to speak, of the years gone by.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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