Him and Autumn
I gaze upon the leaves
Copper crisp and scattered
To the ground beneath me
And I remember my love
For him and autumn.
As the cold creeps in
Through the cracks
And the nights grow
Ever longer, I
Find a strange happiness
But in the warmth and
Long nights of the spring,
I find a certain unseen sadness
Lingering in the dewy air.
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