he didn’t look up


he was afraid

the tenacious unspoken
in a thousand fragments
would crash down on him.

he was amazed the trees
were not bowed from the weight
of that thing they couldn’t say

and he remembered that song…

he looked up at the changing of the colours to paradox –
now weightless.

it would be the paper cuts



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      Thank you! I just took it this afternoon in our main street. My phone camera is not great but I was pretty happy with this. Well, the colours right now are so amazing it’s hard to go wrong! Thanks for the comment V. I really appreciate it 🙂


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      Thank you!
      Ugh goodbyes. And could autumn be any more beautiful in its dying?
      (But this song intrigues me too.)
      Keeping and playing with the paper dolls in memory…I don’t know, my mind went all over. I know you are surprised 🙂

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        Your mind going all over the place is what we love. Autumn is the most amazing season, but strangely, yes, because its beauty is in the dying. Maybe a lesson of ur to take through life.

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