In great fall, we see ourselves,
reflected in color, upon its graceful descent.
It brings color to our lives, deep and thoughtful,
blood red reminds us of who we are,
hot-headed and mute with rage.
Yellow forever cautiously tiptoes,
delicately pushing the warmth away.
Orange loud and gloating,
the blaze of the narcissist.
Brown dull dying death,
for those who feel nothing.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
In great fall, we see ourselves,
reflected in color, upon its graceful descent.
It brings color to our lives, deep and thoughtful,
blood red reminds us of who we are,
hot-headed and mute with rage.
Yellow forever cautiously tiptoes,
delicately pushing the warmth away.
Orange loud and gloating,
the blaze of the narcissist.
Brown dull dying death,
for those who feel nothing.
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