Vultures

Nov 24, 2024
1 min read

It is not

I think

The suffering or whatever

It Is

I feel

So much

as the nature with which I feel it

It is not end

I want

but

Change

A something wholly different

I am so

tired, now, and it

seems forever,

of this am I am and dream

This turning

How beautiful are autumn leaves?

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