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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