the wind blows
so hard to-night
i can feel it strip the trees
of the leaves
that were once so colourful
just a day ago
and the air
is so cold
so different than it was
just a week ago
they try and tell me
change is good
that the pruning
and the temperature
helps one grow
and mature
but wasn't it
awhile ago
that everything was fine?
time plods on
minute by minute
but all at once
skips a century
before i even got
a chance to see
what i was all about
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