Sunset, dusk
Day to night
End of activity
Settling in to rest
Night sky replaces orange sunset
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Season, autumn
Leaves turn as they die
When discarded, orange has left also
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Smell, sweet air burns
The last fire of the day
Destroying whatever it touches
Fuel has been burned away
then orange dissipates
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An orange sky, for an orange span
in an orange season with an orange smell
A special transition
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Indecisiveness isn’t chosen
It is the act of making a choice
Not of indifference
Paralyzed by over-consideration
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It isn’t meant to last
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Orange memories, orange choices linger
Heavier when held on to
Break branches in winter
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My indecisions are still orange
About the Creator
Ari Senjougahara
The struggle of the writer is to be understood
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