In the Auburn Autumn
Autumn is the fall from life
Winter is the death of life
Spring the resurrection
Summer is the life
In the auburn autumn there can be not
Denial.
Of passionate reactions
If it were not for the love of lust
What would become of us
Who could exist
What does influence our
Zest for life
What inflames our best of life
How will we be in the rest of life
In the auburn autumn there can be
No race for life left Unrun
No lace in life left unspun
No place no craze no pace
No phase left to live
Auburn autumn has begun
Copyright © Val Brooklyn Rogers Blk Panther | Year Posted 2022
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