The Fall...

               
                I don't want the leaves to change the colour
                They were alive & happy on the trees. 
                The weather changes make them falling down
                For to be born anew & fresh again.    

 
                Life passes quickly, sometimes unforseen
                It flies like thoughts & deeds of people.
                And every time they try to have the nicest scene 
                To be the nicest picture every season.               


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