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As I walk past the dead leaves on the grass, I sense the coming of winter.
Indeed the cold days are returning. It saddens me though... That the time these trees achieve their most beautiful color is also the time they either wither or lose their leaves.
Most of us likewise do the same...
Most of us show our true color as soon as we know that we are reaching our falling ground... ...just to do something before we fade... ...we release what we hold deep within us...
...there are those who stare at the trees and points out "look at how beautiful they've becopme!"
...there are those who fail to realise until they finally step on one of the leaves and say "hey...nice color"
...there are some who fail to look at all and ignore everything...
...and ofcourse there are some who sweep the leaves and say "oh! what a nuisance!"

Fate provides all these things that even destiny can never determine...

MOOD: Sad.....