Autumn leaves are falling
Change of season calling
Calling me back, to you.
Dead
Brown
Leaves
Tumbled, by the wind.
Like memories of love,
Gone so long ago.
Why do I still feel,
These tears of rage
These, tears of pain
On my face?
Like the cold, cold, rain
rolling
down
a window.
Reason for writing:
The reason I wrote this poem, is pretty much explained in
the verse.
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