Autumn-Lost
Soaking up the sights, the smells
A drizzly autumn day
Stepping through. Unheard thereafter
For myself, to answer:
"What became of him?" Rumourous.
"That door of mist, beyond?
Relegated to realms, ghostly
For lost souls, none can free?"
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