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Twilight
As twilight approaches,
I watch the moon and wait
while my pen runs away from cliché’s
into the silence behind my ribs;
I loved the man for years
before noticing he never
understood anything beyond
the surface of his own skin;
It was worse when I was twenty;
life had no beginning or end;
I could barely even remember
how to be alive;
Time is indifferent to youth;
she is the piper leading you
into the mountain
from which you will never emerge;
As twilight approaches,
everything,
in autumn, seems to die.
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Autumn is not the season of dying. It is the season of maturated leaves beauty. Even if something dies, it rises again.
Yes, however, what you’re reading is a subjective point of view which is why the line states that everything “seems” to die, not that everything does die. I don’t find it necessary to be very pedantic when it comes to poetry.