Her Autumn
Autumn season hath came forth.
For thy leaves of deciduous trees — shed.
Turns into golden orange — what a beautiful change.
Flowers starts to decay and wither;
Cold is embracing thy pilgrimage of anima.
Clear skies — a perfect timing for nostalgia.
Breezy nights, the scenario flames of fire from the torch — gaveth warmth.
Shadow of death starts to whisper.
Winter hath came unto this evening.
Thoughts clouded thy mind;
"Love, when wilt thy cometh back?
For I've been waiting here for a long
period of time. I still wanted to make you mine.
The leaves from these continueth to fall,
when will you showeth thyself?"
In this autumn; thy lover is down down down.
Thee distress is felt within thine heart;
for thy love of thine life never came.
Starting to maketh thy self drown, drown, drown.
Wistful yet felt thy solitude — a bittersweet melancholy invaded and waketh thee.
Leaves, and everything is falling.
Thy heart is flickering for it's autumn season yet exclaimeth with soreness.
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