My brother!!!!!!
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Leaves are falling from loose limbs...
These trees I used to climb, now desolate...
I walk up to them, hug them, scratch at them, pick up the fallen leaves...
And I can't help but ponder the colors and what other colors they could've been...
And here I am again...
In my Ornate Orchard.
And now the howling has ceased
The leaves lay still
And I still find no peace~
Too many corners to take until...
Until it all makes sense again~
These colors confuse me and amuse me and make me spin until I feel alive again!
Seasons of my life still vibrant in my mind!
Chipping my teeth on them all, but I eat to only survive...
~Robert Saint
