October 2020
An exquisite month and season
our eyes strain to thin
though heartache this has been
nobody understands the reason
as the leaves are falling softly
upon the beckoned ground
they're teardrops to the sound
all peaked cold and frosty
edgy for those of any ill
and all who fear the elevator
without viable ventilator
hope hides the perennial
fantasy doth bewilder
the rise of zest captivate
though bewildered on this date
together we sing for the gilder
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