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ㅤ The leaves fall. Dying among the fallen flowers, the land is dry and withered; sadness burns, misery comes and goes, loneliness becomes eternal. Autumn is a melancholy season; where the two birds must separate from the cage in the tree. Twilight, a night that travels and changes every day. The sun shining brightly miscarriage. Graves carved with tangerine-toned statues for mortal glory. Every fallen leaf says bliss to me. Leaves feel happy because they are given time to rest from their loved ones; autumn.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ After a long time the leaves swayed with the wind that tired them, now is the time for the leaves to rest. Now is the time, the dead leaves are happy because the leaves are given time to rest by the autumn. It remains only to wait for the new season, for the leaves to reincarnate; be part of another season. Leaves die, roots wither, fall. But it is not misery that comes to the leaf, but an abundance of happiness.
ㅤ The leaves fall. Dying among the fallen flowers, the land is dry and withered; sadness burns, misery comes and goes, loneliness becomes eternal. Autumn is a melancholy season; where the two birds must separate from the cage in the tree. Twilight, a night that travels and changes every day. The sun shining brightly miscarriage. Graves carved with tangerine-toned statues for mortal glory. Every fallen leaf says bliss to me. Leaves feel happy because they are given time to rest from their loved ones; autumn.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ After a long time the leaves swayed with the wind that tired them, now is the time for the leaves to rest. Now is the time, the dead leaves are happy because the leaves are given time to rest by the autumn. It remains only to wait for the new season, for the leaves to reincarnate; be part of another season. Leaves die, roots wither, fall. But it is not misery that comes to the leaf, but an abundance of happiness.