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About This Poem
In Silence
......And so it was that Autumn would die
with a gust of wind she said goodbye
Of love mortal she sits subdued
sipping remnants of death imbued
With curtains drawn she lay in rest
in silent prose she relived each breath
of life abandoned of weary roads
where Winter's freeze would glisten alone
......And so it was that Autumn had gone
in the lonely grips of winter
without a song......
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