"Chilly Air"
I ponder on the things I have done;
the choices that I have made.
As autumn has begun to change the green of nature,
to have a hint of cadmium red.
The air has a chill that cools my lungs
and puts goose bumps on my arms.
I reflect on the autumns that have past,
and how I rustled through the neat rows of fallen leaves.
It was the innocent spring of life, of which, never shared
Spent summer youth in blanket gaze or in mystic stare
Now the autumn winds, whisper of twice cried tears
Of two stories told, each welling deep, the worst of harbored fear
Maybe forever, two winters of discontent
But still yet, a band plays on
Purveyed are souls
Seasons will pass, never meant
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