The powerless green leaves already decayed
And the strong unsolicited aloof wind takes them away without their consent.
There is no any other option; unless the skeletal trees have to keep quiet against the mysterious unending force of nature.

Postscript
* Why did I tear down my glory? Why do you tear down my knowing when I haven't a better house to move into?

Extract............[ When the music's over (My journey into Schizophrenia) ]
-Ross.David.Burke-

nimal dunuhinga

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