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Jul 2014
Slowly, slowly they change
From alive to barely living.

A short puff of wind
And they break away from their siblings.
They descend.
They dance as though freedom is worth it.

If only I could warn them
That things will change.

But I can't bring myself to speak,
To utter such obscenities.
There's no one else.
There's only you.

Shiver as the winds change.
My breath is white before my face.
You'd lend me your coat if you could.

You kiss me gently,
Urgently,
And beg.
I shan't say a word.

I still have your gift heart.
It beats softly beside mine,
Keeping me warm as winter approaches.

Honestly, I can't tell you
That it's not enough.
Love could never be so cruel.

Autumn leaves litter the ground
And soften our footfalls.
It's only a matter of time.
Kayla Bellinger
Written by
Kayla Bellinger  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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