Life is gone.
The green is gone.
The season of death.
The season of disappearing.
The season of preparing.
A season of change.
Beauty, color, and the smell of sweet coldness.
Admiration of Autumn
Many perceptions.
Author notes
Horrific Hollis
A contest entry
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Comments
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This is so cool! I really like this bit:
"The season of death.
The season of disappearing.
The season of preparing."
Thank you so much for entering my contest, I love your poem! Good luck...
-heva
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Nice. I wanted it to go on longer not because of anything else but just because I was enjoying it so much!
Some more detailing would've been nice, but even without it, your write is beautiful
Thanks for sharing! Good luck in the contest. -
Love this write. The simplicty yet deepness of the simple words really catches my attention. Wonderful piece. Great job and good luck in the contest!
♥ Kathraina -
I really like the last stanza. great entry

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disapearing --> disappearing
perceptioins --> perceptions.
i liked the last three lines, they had nice imagery.
good take on the prompt, i could really picture this.
thanks for entering and goodluck
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i adored the last two lines, they were very beautiful
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This is so true, everything about it.
You're an amazing writer, especially for only being 13.
Keep it up =DD

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Thanks.=]
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I feel the Despairing change of seasons through your words, and that is the object of poetry, to feel, you did a good job with this.
I have known the smell of sweet coldness.
one little thing, you have a typo in the last word, perceptions...

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how verypoignant and well written, thanks for sharing

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