Date: 6/4/2008

Mad Poet 51
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...And just when you think you are in love with Autumn, well, winter may
come nd fill your cup nd dangle sweet euphoria in front of your nose[.
Oh, what does alliance say to beauty in euphoria? Now inhibitions of my
loneliness circle me in my adolescence and i am still so fragile to the
cause. Shall loneliness be my only anchorage? Why do we bear such
weight if there is a word like euphoria nd a word like beauty? Do
men make up these words only to dream about at night? Let beauty
come nd transform the soul, capture my thoughts and amplify my spirit
so i may live by the word itself! Yet men make up these words only
to dream about by night and not live by it! Love is beauty. Emotion is
beauty. Life is beauty. Sight is beauty and seeing beauty in all things is
beautiful in itself and creates the perfect euphoria! Loneliness is
ephemeral in its definition but beauty immortal in its matrix. What may
alliance say to beauty in euphoria? And yet all seasons change.
...To those very words i cling. So, we came to the conclusion it is
Autumn, and when you think you love someone in Autumn it usually
derogates apart from love like hazel leaves becoming
independent - leaving nature naked and cold. All colors start to fade and
the days and the nights become much longer and colder, bearing the weight of
a dying love, a love for Autumn. Irony becomes my shackles
and metaphors my comfort. I know Autumn cant reforge its ways and soon
it will be winter.

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