The fallen autumn leaves scatter like fireflies dancing through the night sky.
The scent of death linger in the ice cold wind that pierce through my body.
The Earth grumbles inconsistently as it tears its self apart.
The tears fall heavily from the concealed black sky.
Heaven's wrath roared through the sky as it illuminates how belittle we beings are.
A freezing thick fog encased the land into a blur.
Shadow s slipping from one corner to another with a hidden agenda.
Cleansed by the sea of tears,
noise being shut out,
thoughts being blocked from the curious,
feelings being concealed from the unwelcomed.
It is at this state that one must learn,
to adapt and resist what one truly yearns.
Holding on to something and not letting go,
is something that we must eventually forgo.
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