Why must the leaves fall in the Autumn?
Why must the snow melt in the spring?
Why must the sun set
and the moon disappear?
Why must this day a year ago
seem much to clear?
Please stop this earth from revolving
So that I can dissect this moment
and realize that the earth turns gold at dusk
in places other than my temperate ocean sanctuary
So that I can be certain that I will
look at someone that way again
So that I will not be blended into the Grey Wall
Or swept away by the chilling breeze
So that I will be certain that I will feel real again
Reason for writing:
being in love with my fleeting life
Birth sign: Not entered
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