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Autumn Green The last to be seen A much needed change From brown leaves in Spring The change does come Too quick or too slow What amount is just right? I don't think it’s known To be happy in being Is harder done than said When the once clear path   Begins to thin and spread   Structure is an illusion It wants not to stay Like the last green of Autumn For all order decays
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
Autumn Green
Autumn Green The last to be seen A much needed change From brown leaves in Spring The change does come Too quick or too slow What amount is just right? I don't think it’s known To be happy in being Is harder done than said When the once clear path   Begins to thin and spread   Structure is an illusion It wants not to stay Like the last green of Autumn For all order decays
hadrian-veska
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 3:38 PM UTC
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