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Orange In Autumn - May. 30th, 2006
Ever hushed is the rising sun.
As meek as the descent of man.
Near as melodic as the heavens grinning.
Unequaled was the ascent of man.
The docile swaying of a broken blade of grass.
A declining leaf from a half dead tree.
Orange in autumn, yet so brown in its decay.
Fate is my tyrant queen and I her unwilling manservant.
Every blade of grass is meant to wither.
Every luscious leaf is meant to dry out.
Every heart is meant to eventually expire.
Every eye is meant to drop until they eternally close.
Fear not death,
only fear being alive,
without TRULY living.
© Josh Selby
As meek as the descent of man.
Near as melodic as the heavens grinning.
Unequaled was the ascent of man.
The docile swaying of a broken blade of grass.
A declining leaf from a half dead tree.
Orange in autumn, yet so brown in its decay.
Fate is my tyrant queen and I her unwilling manservant.
Every blade of grass is meant to wither.
Every luscious leaf is meant to dry out.
Every heart is meant to eventually expire.
Every eye is meant to drop until they eternally close.
Fear not death,
only fear being alive,
without TRULY living.
© Josh Selby
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