There is autumn, bright and cold
A symphony of hurts in crimson robe
There is autumn and its promises of shadows and darkness
Quietness
There is autumn and loveless disappearance
Itinerant souls swirling in savage whispers
Forgotten
With great respect! A.
Beautiful poem. Just passing by to thank you for visiting my blog with the Blitz Team the other day. It meant a lot. I appreciated your kind words. Lily.
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You are welcome! You are making such a difference. With great respect! A. xoxox
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