The End

Sun, 10/30/2016 - 01:49 -- HollyL

And today I wonder.

With the faded sunshine

Whisked away on the breeze.

With the soggy sponge of earth

Slurping at my feet.

With the smell of warmth

Leaving the ground.

With the leaves drained of green

One last burst of color.

I wonder if an end,

Can be just as beautiful,

As beginnings.

 

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