will Philip (Edinburgh)
It is Autumn and the leaves, leave the tree's.
It is Autumn and the birds swarm, to somewhere warm.
It is Autumn, but you left me in the Spring.
This is about a relationship finishing too early.
Submitted: Monday, February 20, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 30, 2012
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