Autumn. Came quiet again,
When tangled, can't break the chain,
Consoling me by freezing sooth,
Making me not crying of truth.
Autumn. You are so kind,
Relieve to my depressive mind,
You came dressed red and gold,
Came to my soul wise and old.
Autumn. Smiling like death
Brought only tears to bless,
Your weather is nasty, none,
And I'm empty in stun.
Autumn
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