The air seems to have thickened
Since the casting of Autumn's last curse.
Much thicker this year than any before
It'll be seasons before its safe to breathe again..
In adolescence is where you can find the seed
Germinating the withering Tree of Life within.
Autumn's curse changed these leaves
As the last leaf falls, it will be forgotten.
Shedding that final leaf tends to be the most painful.
She whispered softly to me one night:
"Life through Death is the only way to grow."
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 7:04 AM UTC
The air seems to have thickened
Since the casting of Autumn's last curse.
Much thicker this year than any before
It'll be seasons before its safe to breathe again..
In adolescence is where you can find the seed
Germinating the withering Tree of Life within.
Autumn's curse changed these leaves
As the last leaf falls, it will be forgotten.
Shedding that final leaf tends to be the most painful.
She whispered softly to me one night:
"Life through Death is the only way to grow."
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