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    【~Fall~】
    It is fall
    and like others of its kind that came before,
    this one doesn't feel,
    like it has come to take something away from me..

    Yes, it sits a little dry on my skin,
    making me want to write some funny white lies on my changing colors,
    like a proud reminder of what doesn't hurt me anymore..

    Yes, I have to rinse off my hair every night,
    and comb the tangles away deliberately,
    shedding the fallen leaves stuck in me for years,
    as a proof of how much I played with the winds..

    But still this fall feels beautiful,
    fragrant of cinnamony popcorn.
    And warm like socks under blanket..
    It falls on me like my own heart's flowering,
    A shower of cherry blossom softening my mornings..
    And dozens of woodwick candles crackling,
    lighting up my evenings..

    Probably this is what you feel like,
    when you've seasoned into fall for way too long..
    And maybe this is what people mean when they say, 'nothing is ever so stable as change'..
    That even with your changed colors and fallen leaves, you won when you found your vivid aliveness in your deeply buried inner being,
    when you found your true self in your mighty 'roots' instead of your autumnal raining..

    ©bhavabhivyakti

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    【~Fall~】

    But still this fall feels beautiful,
    fragrant of cinnamony popcorn.
    And warm like socks under blanket..
    It falls on me like my own heart's flowering,
    A shower of cherry blossom softening my mornings..
    And dozens of woodwick candles crackling,
    lighting up my evenings..

    ©bhavabhivyakti