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Autumn
From red leaves to a chilly breeze
cloudy days, fadeaway.
autumn comes, twilight hour.
Your image however, is still a flower.
Footsteps heard, but not taken
My soul, yet to awaken
The heart is set to a low dark tone.
The next path to walk, is but mine alone.
Very beautiful. I really liked your wording on this. Sad, but romantic too.
Thanks for your comments on my page, as well.