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Wherever we turn in the storm of roses,
the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder
of leaves, once so quiet within the bushes,
rumbling at our heels.
Ingeborg Bachmann
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John Tiong Chunghoo (7/28/2006 3:59:00 AM)
when we fell out of love
it was a storm of leaves
pieces of us fell everywhere
and as i pass by familiar spots
they feel like fallen leaves
that cannot hold their own anymore
they lie, fade, and eventually
turn to dust and bond with eternity
forgotten and fallen into the back of mind |
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Ingeborg Bachmann
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