Fall

in the fate that was sublime she was mine yes, she was mine or so did it seem more so than other was it just another leaf upon the willow drooping down to be a watered welcome never a waning nor a wanting to set us free but we were free in the beauty before the fall the wind would up and take it all blow us all away and away we would stay wandering wondering was that ... our only perfect day

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I Am Anaya

Date: 9/24/2022 2:57:00 PM

It's 93 degrees today, fall doesn't mean anything anymore. We had one day, the highs were low, and the low was perfect, one day of heaven. It's a false fall and an Indian summer!

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 9/23/2021 7:24:00 PM

Everyone seems to be writing about Fall...when we are entering Spring over here. With every little death in the seasons a rebirth. x

Ts Poetry
Date: 9/26/2021 6:49:00 PM

Live we must

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 9/23/2021 7:24:00 PM

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”