fallen leaves
autumn brings
farewells and
serpent kiss
getting old
and dying down
turn to gold
and fade to brown
bittersweet
smell the end
broken things
cannot mend
shall return
never more
send me packing
shut the door
now goodbye
last caress
wait till spring
for reprocess
Autumnal Whispers
© Copyright: Савелий Закатов, 2004
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