Autumn's Way
As leaves begin to plummet,
The sun subsides earlier, too.
The moon ascends humming
love songs.
With silvery sonatas of you.
Outside, the once warm winds,
have removed their seductive rapture.
Now in draughts, and cold winds.
I've become their desolate, lost
capture!
September 8, 2019
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