Requiem Autumn.

As you knew waving and calling.
Approaching Arriving poultice
calendar, between April and May,
with biting cold sore creeps.

Until the color forest green small
so childbirth Amber is an amber red,
and other sounds of birds chirping.
Screeching noise towards the weather,
butmore depressed, may

Lamented by the act of the season,
sent fulfilled this ancient ceremony.
But the silent lonely dark confine days.
Night grew increasingly,
dragging on again while the dim morning.

Increased slowly, from three lines.
Months puffy as down duvets, affectation.
Due to the wet, damp, and dark gray.
But see,

As the foliage curls piled by solar.
Not complaining, like the petals of frangipani.
Starring a lightning final stretch.

When the date drop in great quantities,
and then scattered on the roadside.
I will stay straight and still,
let your fingers later
stripped of my dark period,
eternal, and slowly.

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