Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

September 27, 2013

Like Leaves Upon A Tree

by Jacob Lindell
Like Leaves Upon A Tree,
Over time we dwindle down
We lose our strength and body
Innocent smiles shrivel to frowns

Our complexion begins to  fade
Our extremities start to rot

We slowly succumb to death
Leaving evolution a brand new start.

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