My Heart Leaps Up
Morning in the autumn
Yellow, orange, and brown leaves cover the ground, all the
Heat has left them
Everything feels old and tired, making me feel young and fresh
A cool wind stirs the world
Rending me speechless
The world is like a phoenix, burning red and gold
Little is left to do
Each day burns a little faster, leaving each to his own
Alone in the darkness
Preparing for the new year
Sleeping to recover, sleeping to rebuild
Until next spring, when things
Push out anew
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