The Plummet

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Chameleon leaves
begin to descend.
Warm shades of life start to amend,
such a beautiful death.
I want to die like the fall,
so beautiful.
Bones will grow colder.
Everything around them tumbling over.
Until what’s left of me is shackles
as white and wintry as the snow.
Nature cringes and crawls
into a magnificent murder
ending in dazzling cotton ..
But when the worlds another year older
she will rebirth again
as I stay fallen in her lands.
The art of dying
couldn’t be more excellent.





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