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Mystic Hundreds fall with
the wind blowing by The leaves
of the old oak tree That is tall
Full of wisdom One season
Once a year The leaves of the tall
oak tree dance They waltz.
They fall green They fall brown
Together In a colorful dance
Alive to the end To the end of
their waltz That they worked on
so hard.
Once on the ground Forgotten
Trampled on By their audience
Too busy to focus Leaves are
a hassel They are dead
Their audience doesn't focus
to see Their last walz That the
leaves worked on so hard.
This cycle repeats They fall again
And again Ignorance by their
audience No one wants to see
But do you see? Can you see?
Look how sad their mystic walz has become.
the wind blowing by The leaves
of the old oak tree That is tall
Full of wisdom One season
Once a year The leaves of the tall
oak tree dance They waltz.
They fall green They fall brown
Together In a colorful dance
Alive to the end To the end of
their waltz That they worked on
so hard.
Once on the ground Forgotten
Trampled on By their audience
Too busy to focus Leaves are
a hassel They are dead
Their audience doesn't focus
to see Their last walz That the
leaves worked on so hard.
This cycle repeats They fall again
And again Ignorance by their
audience No one wants to see
But do you see? Can you see?
Look how sad their mystic walz has become.
First poem I wrote in 5 years.
© 2013 - 2024 Kritter138
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