Written by Emily Harstone | November 2, 2016
Fall came with pain of memory.
And so, their fall had come.
Different hues don’t take us apart.
Dangling leaves, reminiscent of sleeping bats.
The forgeries were perfect, but mystifying.
And so it begins, the end.
The first choir of fall gossip…
She once loved to collect leaves.
She tried to reorganize natural disorder.
Though they fell, they rose again.
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Fall came with pain of memory.
And so, their fall had come.
Different hues don’t take us apart.
Dangling leaves, reminiscent of sleeping bats.
The forgeries were perfect, but mystifying.
And so it begins, the end.
The first choir of fall gossip…
She once loved to collect leaves.
She tried to reorganize natural disorder.
Though they fell, they rose again.