Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Fatal Beauty

Autumn is such a strange season.
It masks death with beauty.
Just when it becomes the most beautiful...
That beauty can only last for a day,
Then slowly,
Death comes.
Death turns the landscape into a colorless world.


Bostan said...

Thanks for the poem, your sending me autumn.

Lain said...

No problem...

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