The time of year
when the leaves die
is the time that I remind myself
that my life
won't last forever.
So pick me a flower
and call me yours,
because as soon as today
is over,
we'll nearly be strangers again.
When the fires
burn low
and the trees creak with age
I wonder why fall
is called fall in the first place.
Yes, the leaves fall
but the truth is
we fall in love at this time of year
because we are surrounded by
the thought of dying.
Burning leaves,
falling trees,
and darker nights
we realize
that if we don't fall
soon enough
we will run out of time.
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