But in the end we're
All just autumn leaves
Slowly but surely falling
All the way down
Beautiful for a while
Turning the brightest colours
Then just slowly falling
Turning sad and brown
And where people first
Loved to stop and stare
Looking at our colours
Bright like a sunrise
They will now only
Crush us beneath
Their heavy feet
Never looking twice
But even brown, broken leaves can be beautiful sometimes
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What I Leave Behind
PoetryWe all want to be remembered. We all leave pieces of ourselves behind. This is one of mine. This is what I leave behind. A collection of poetry, without a theme, made up of my favourite pieces I've written over the years and pieces I will write in t...
