If we look at the world with a love of life, the world will reveal its beauty to us.

It is a willow when summer is over,a willow by the riverfrom which no leaf has fallen norbitten by the sunturned orange or crimson.

The leaves cling and grow paler,swing and grow palerover the swirling waters of the riveras if loth to let go,they are so cool, so drunk with the swirl of the wind and of the river—oblivious to winter,the last to let go and fallin to the water and on the ground.



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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