Sunday, February 21, 2010

.:Glowing Dead:.

Autumn greets me, dry and broken.
I pick up a leaf, one among the million that cluster my path,
A beautiful corpse
Deprived of spirit yet flaring with color
Dead yet exuding beauty

I trace the veins and touch the crippled paper
It is delicate and fragile yet it remains intact
I look at it closely, trying to memorize its intricate design
And then I crush it
It breaks in a million shards

The burning flame now burnt
The dead now disposed of
I open my hands to let the breeze carry its ashes

Magnificence sings in the lifeless
Splendor dances in the dead
And flaming colors paint the autumn

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