the leaves start to fall.
do you wake up and realize
the transient nature of it
all.
do you count all your blessings,
each day that you make.
do you savor each moment,
each step forward,
each mistake.
do you run from the notion,
the one all too clear.
that we were born to live
a short while.
we do not own "here".
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