Thursday, 3 October 2013

Poem: Autumn

by Nick Graham


The end,

But not the end.

A cycle,

But never the same.

To many a time of death,

But to me of revelation.

The surface falls away,

Revealing the true form beneath.
 

Just as leaves must fall,

Lies are cast aside,

The tree is now exposed,

Its secrets laid bare.
 

This is not just symbolic,

But a warning to the world.

Lies cannot last,

They delay - that is all.

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