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Un poème d’automne
Fall
The raining of the leaves
Signifies Fall
Like every little dream
That I once had
In youth
A blossoming of dirt
That’s true
Spring will come to pass
And I will find myself ecstatic
Once the winter tempers me
But first it’s Fall
Fall
The changing of the season
From the warm
The waters no longer for beach
Instead, skate on
Soon enough
We will find ourselves, stand tall
Walking on a path of cobbled leaves
And the cold can be a bit provoking, see
As all you may see
Falls from tree to tree.
Fall
The raining of the leaves
Fertilized ground
The ground beneath our feet
Was lost then found
Hallowed as the fog
Barren by the heat
Barren by the never-ending winds
And soon its fall
Will be met with a rebirth’s call
But not before meeting its
Fall.
Fall
The season of the hand passing over
The season of thanksgiving and the lord’s return
Rejoicing in between two worlds
Life and death, they find
A way
To dance on.
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-Gillian Omotoso @shyextroversion
Earthlings Awaiting
This earth
Is waiting for us to revolt
This earth
Looking for us to ensnare it
With our hopes and dreams
And everyday plots
For sweet, sweet victory.
This earth,
A small plot of land
In the cosmos of black heat
Unchained from the tethers
Of lifelessness and death
For a millions-long moment
In its austere atmosphere.
We know its globe,
We know its gold.
We know its guild,
One of commanders and beggars
And choosers and explorers
And faithful pioneers.
Your light is so strong,
Even if it’s reflective,
Inspired by the dust from which it came.
Safe in your membrane,
Safe on your sphere.
When it all resurrects,
Your soul will sing us in beckoning
Back to our creator.
He lives in you.
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-Gillian Omotoso @shyextroversion
