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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
         here and there:  even the last flower is withered:
yet there is a beauty in decay. " 
                                          Quote by _Constance La France



Desolate, weeping, she mourns the past
In silent tears – her memory decides
Hues, both beautiful and vibrant, trembling
With the melancholic thoughts – heartbroken
Feelings erasing the serenity, the sweet
With bitterness, defeat…

Inconsolable, her tears fall all over the autumn’s
Tenderness, fears breathing a sorrow through the darkness,
Distraught by the godless dread, the agonizing 
Memories floating, dancing through the make believe
Fantasizing in weary stillness, quietly consoling
Mourning the moments when yesterday’s peace
Blazed through the heart, breathing grace wherever
It touched a thought…

Devastated by the urgency of a prayer, the harvest
Has come to those who remember – like life
This is the final promise stirring up gentle flames of regret,
Rotting, crumbling, dwindling away into a past,
Alive with colors – visions twisting through dark branches
Portraying a past who delights in remembering
Love, hope, forever…

With the heart perishing, the wind unsteady, robbing the
Dreams, nervous – shaking like the leaves who waltz
Through the intensity of a thought, a wobbly ache, truth
Displayed in melodies of remembrance, evoking
Memorials in the crisp air of an autumn light, fallishness
Vibrant with flames in crunchy snaps, leaves washing
Away all the melancholy with the urge to despair
Over the coming of this frozen wish defeating even 
Memories, leaves decaying…

Over the spice of a question mark feeling,
The blending of yesterday’s sunset and tomorrow’s
Fleeting freedom from the onslaught of regret,
The making of a weariness that never restores the 
Burning dejection of a past who portrays only the doubt,
The dismal ache that rides on wings of flaming
scarlet, tangerine and brilliant gold, buttery soft – leaves so stunning
Even the autumn’s darkest stories can’t paint them
Silent or downhearted!





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