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That last red leaf floated in the air
Like a tiny feather crumbled under my hair
In an ember sun glow over autumn melancholy dwell
Like a warm day with browns and quilt in a spell
Oh Autumn, where have thou been?
Like those hope in their decays, keen
Faded in their wrinkled colours have they,
Lost in a bundle of hays —
Left a trail of withered leaves behind my shadow
Seems forever to catch up the blinking lights,
Spread on a dark canvas of whispering nights
Enveloped by a gentle comfort to wander our souls in silence
Lingering our minds to our thoughts, our words and actions
To the wind to the waves to the universe to our breaths
How wonderful is in comfort of quietness wrapped around in morning mystic dews
Or at late nights with warm
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The Reluctant Poet 
lovely, loved it! ❤ ❤
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