winns angels: sometimes my dance with autumn

Thursday, November 11, 2010

sometimes my dance with autumn

stanza 3

autumn

that dance

sometimes
a lot like grieving
a recognition
the sadness
approaching
the death
of so much
but in
denial

the beauty
lingers

near

everywhere

stanza 1
stanza 2
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"To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk being called sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self. To place your ideas and your dreams before them is to risk being called naive. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk despair, and to try is to risk failure.
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