It changes like the seasons.
Me, You.
Love, Hate.
Falling faster than the leaves.
Hitting the ground,
A mixture of beauty and disease.
It changes like the seasons.
Steady and sure,
Broken into pieces,
Like the leaves on the floor.
A mess of colours, we try to pretend.
It changes like the seasons.
Me, You.
Love, Hate.
A fine line which cannot be crossed.
Like the leaves in fall,
Full of colour and grace.
It changes like the seasons.
You, Me.
One thing remains,
You always fall for me.
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt (Fall) by Frogzter.
875 points, ended November 11, 19 entries
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Comments
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A most interesting take on the prompt with silent intensity. A pleasure to read and appreciate. THanks for entering and best wishes,
Frogz~
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