All That Is Left This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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    The leaves slowly turning color.

Counting off the minutes,

the seconds,

the moments lost.

Each hue a reminder that

I

am never who I once was.

Each left

rolls on the wind and settles

on the parched forest floor;

crumbling at death's faint touch.

Its voice an echo

I

can now hear.

Summer's brilliance in death.

Knowing this

I

carry on into shorter days

a different man.

Remembering always

August.






This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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bornforsports96 said...
Apr. 4, 2010 at 12:28 pm
Amazingly beautiful and captivating. Keep up the good work! :)
 
meilindusk423 said...
Feb. 26, 2010 at 7:36 pm
Beautiful!
I love the ending!
Good rhythm too!
 
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