Autumn Asrai Poems

Darling, you're mine
But I hate you inside
Cos you gave me a purpose
Then ripped it away
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Happiness
Is an interesting concept
That is only half real
Mostly an illusion
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Falling down towards gravity
Unlike a calamity
Onto the prickles of green
The Autumn leaves go
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There are images swirling
and gliding and twirling
and flying and fading
and re-dissipating
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So I went to a beautiful place
that I loved more than gold or black lace
to see a special tree
that had not noticed me
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A fight with myself
Don't know how to end
Forgotten all sorrow
Forgotten to blend
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If time never lived and clocks didn't tick
Would the light become dark or more blinding
Would the world just wake up and for once see the sun
after a lifetime of always complaining
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