The End
And today I wonder.
With the faded sunshine
Whisked away on the breeze.
With the soggy sponge of earth
Slurping at my feet.
With the smell of warmth
Leaving the ground.
With the leaves drained of green
One last burst of color.
I wonder if an end,
Can be just as beautiful,
As beginnings.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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