leaves, fall.
go. a nostalgic fall,
onto me.
beauty, it is
what i have come to
believe.
stars, sing.
scream your melancholy shine
shine onto me.
provided by the sky
when day makes its move
to leave.
wind, breath.
breath your heavy sigh
down my spine,
onto me.
you are mother earth's
hidden, fearful whine.
complain to me.
and i will listen
to your fall, your voice,
your breath.
whilst i listen
i'll embrace onto me
your heaving,
sunken chest.
yes,
on your external beauty,
resides this shine,
exsisting to only calm these
hearts and sullen
times.
as your beauty
internal
proves no innocent theft,
there remains the most beautiful,
life's griefs and
life's death.
pour your beauty
onto me.
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