Autumn
Autumn
I used to be sad.
When summer changed.
The end of the living leaves
made me sad.
Was it something
in my unconsious mind,
did I not like change?
Nowadays I like changes.
I’m thankfull for them.
I don’t feel sad when I realize
it is only the outside what dies.
The inside grows on.
For new manifestation.
ReBelle
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| Auteur: ReBelle | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 22 september 2009 | ||
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