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Autumn draws closer day by day
From far is heard 
The screeching of a lone bird
Voicing its dismay aloud
Over the impending fall
Here the moss scrawls 
Ugly pictures on the bark of trees 
Where black spiders weave their gossamer
Moving, sig sag across the trees’ leprous trunks

I see the yellowing leaves
Torn down from their sturdy limbs
Sliding down noiselessly one by one
And landing on the ground
With a mournful sound
Acorns from the pine trees drop
And swell the ground and fall to sleep

Life too takes a downward spiral
I feel the autumn seeping into me
And my heart feels a languid grief
The days of my youth
Seem to fly away in a flurry
Like autumn leaves whirling in the gale
Reminding us, that we are not here to stay

The withered leaves
Which shriek and screech under my feet,
Recall to me the cry of martyred youth
With all tenacity overthrown. 
Like them, we will fall and be dead to the world
Wrapped in frozen silence, forgotten by all
And sucked back into primal void!

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