AUTUMN

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Summers don’t enrapture me anymore

neither do I enjoy cold harsh winters,

now spring and autumn remain

and I choose the second one,

not because I hate the vibrance of first

but because I belong to the shades of second.

Howling winds,

baring trees,

tinting shades,

falling leaves,

engulfing the barren land that once was green.

And only when you walk through it

will you hear a sound,

I reckon it’s rather a story

never spoken of

but awaiting to be heard,

and I believe

that is where I belong…


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