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by K.HBey
Rated: E · Essay · Emotional · #2111648
The natural passage of the life according to the age,each phase is characteristic, single.
Burning like thousands fires, glowing, impeccable, and proud to be here in this forest, lightening the paths to passengers dazzled by your beauty.
Mirage or reality your moving colors, like waves sprinkled molding umbrage soft and pleasant, here the birds are hidden for dying.

Your amazing beauty extends the illusion of being eternal.
Here got away both spring and summer up to focus on the autumn.
Here, life is only for you and waiting for you for the last appointment.
Indeed your grandiose beauty is exhausted like a myriad of brightness at their acme as if to announce your end.

Most often at the end of the autumn, a wind comes as an ogre taking you away forever as if you have never existed.
Your changing colors, yore, brightening, become morose and drab announcing your death.

Ephemeral as you are, youth, when just yesterday, shinning and dazzling up to render someone blind.
Youth has streamed between fingers at light speed and gone without being aware.
You should not exist, as a plane leaf snatched, failing forever on the ground, winter has come.

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