Falling of the leaves
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With falling from the leaves, my peace of mind falls apart as well. I slither over the wet leaf residue that sow the path. I'm sniffing the rotten smell, gag almost from this. Where has the splendor of nature gone? The warm autumn colors, the popping of the acorns, the mushrooms that shoot up from the ground? I'm slipping into depression. Don't want that. Fight it.
“Come on, girl, “I talk myself into courage. “It's not the end of the world! The earth is still spinning, life continues to go on, there are so many beautiful things. Nature will come back to life. You're gonna get over it.”
Still, I feel a little sad. It's also not easy, I threaten to fall into a hole after the flow of incoming models of the period of anti autumn blues dress competition.
Tonight I'm going to take stock, announce the winner (or not), write songs, yes... write songs, that's what I'm going to do in the next few days. Suddenly, the fall of the leaves is not so bad anymore. A new challenge announces itself.
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