the dying sun
the dead leaves on the ground
the bare branches spearing the sky
the streaks of cloud tinged with gold and purple
the colors of royalty
it’s magic
but not magic like in Spring
when the wee fairies and dancing elves come out to play
this is high and ancient magic
Death and Beauty side by side
maybe it’s the Death that makes the Beauty
maybe you can’t have one without the other
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