Amber Leaves

November 19, 2007
Time passes by like a train.
So fast, but always with
something to carry.

The seasons come and go.
Uncaring of what they hold,
of the bitter cold,
of the scorching heat,
and everything in between.

But once fall comes,
it is different.


The leaves turn,
Drop to the earth
like fallen soldiers
on the barren plain.

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