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Just like those lost, glistening auburn leaves;
the ones that change and the true beauty is brought out this time of year.
The same ones that thought they had the world perceived pristinely;
Just months before as they clung to their branches of life.
They fell off their world; just to be born again

it’s the same as those stars outside.
The ones that burn with hope and passion every night.
Magic takes over babe, they think they are at the top of the world,
They think they are at the top of their game and that they have it all figured out
Then they realize what it’s like to fall

Watch baby, you see those snowflakes?
The gentle white that so easily molded into a world they never thought possible.
They become so much more then they dreamed they could be.
Just by joining together in a world that they never imagined,
They saw the world of possibilities form before their very eyes.
It was something that they only understood as they were falling.

The rain behaves similar to the rest.
It doesn’t resist the trend and falls with absolutely no regrets.
Nothing stops this downpour; nothing changes the pace.
Each drop is as perfectly satisfying as the next.
Do you see it? They only do it for you. They only fall for you.
But I can’t seem to find one reason to tell them to stop falling.