A sorrowful woman, Autumn, sits by the pane,
Clouds drift softly across the sky.
She sighs with the rain, a veil of her pain,
Wrapping the night as soft echoes reply.
Leaves swirl in the air, their strength slipping away,
The forest stands silent, in stillness it waits,
Laying leaves down to rest, soft beds where they lay,
Woven from whispers the wind gently creates.
Birds nestle in branches, their slumbering flight,
Dreams filled with colors, a symphony's tune.
A cozy warm blanket, a cup of delight...
Dearest Autumn, let not your heart swoon!
Time slows in the blue, the heavens unfold,
Carrying thoughts like feathers in flight.
In each passing day, a beauty untold,
In every autumn rain, hope sparkles bright.
A Sorrowful Autumn
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