The Touch of Autumn

I like the touch that Autumn leaves
On faces with its falling leaves.
I like Her whisper at my doors,
I like this golden coat of Hers.

Repeated many times and ways,
You never know what it conveys -
September Sun, November Rain,
But She is here, and not in vain.

Sometimes, I know, She sends the Rain
To comfort me and cease my pain.
And when the Sun is shining bright,
It's an unparallel delight.

For those in Love She is a friend
From the beginning to the end.
And if your feelings ever fade,
She'll keep the memories you've made.

I like the touch that Autumn leaves
On faces with its falling leaves.
I speak to Her but Autumn keeps
Her secret on Her silent lips...


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