yellow leaves clinging
forlornly, whitened edges
drifting into snow
again… if the structure is weird, it is because I’m typing while volunteering for school and not on my computer… anyhow, as each day passes, we get older. our youth clings desperately to our body, but as winter comes, drifts down into the snow of old age. it is inevitable yet melancholy, as we grieve the death of youth.
Chaos of Life 