on a day where i can leave the watcher be, on a day when the leaves are turning yellow and red, when green disappears , and cold winds blow beauty around me and the light from the sky surrounds the yellow world, love is life and life is love.
on a wintry night, freezing air blowing through my overcoat, darkened sky, white snow on the ground, i hide upstairs in what one calls the spare room, keeping warm with the electric heater. fear snakes through my being, the reality of death close by ,how close i don't know. i am old ,you see, old, but some say not that old. i am still the young silly one i always have been, yet my body complains ,whines , and falls to the ground . oh , fear, fear, don't overcome me.
on a wintry night, freezing air blowing through my overcoat, darkened sky, white snow on the ground, i hide upstairs in what one calls the spare room, keeping warm with the electric heater. fear snakes through my being, the reality of death close by ,how close i don't know. i am old ,you see, old, but some say not that old. i am still the young silly one i always have been, yet my body complains ,whines , and falls to the ground . oh , fear, fear, don't overcome me.
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