Sheila Butterfly


Autumn


Autumn was it when we first met
Autumn is it what I can't forget

Autumn have made me alive
because in Autumn you entered my life

In Autumn you came like a summer breece
I didn't realize what it is

In Autumn I fell in love at first sight
I knew that everything was alright

In Autumn there was that special dance
I knew our love will not have a chance

In Autumn I was under your spell
Autumn - a secret I will never tell

In Autumn you showed me pride
I wish I had never left your side

In Autumn miracles came true
everything I was loging for was you

That Autumn changed my life in many ways
I will never forget those special days

Autumn was it when we first met
Autumn is it what I can't forget

Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 27, 2011

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  • Rookie Hana K (6/1/2008 9:30:00 PM)

    that's good
    i like autumn too
    even thought i woud never feel the season here (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Bui Ngoc Linh (10/30/2007 5:19:00 AM)

    WHAT A GREAT WORK! EACHTIME READING THIS POEM, I ALWAYS FEEL THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY SOUL. IT REMINDS ME OF MY UNFORGETTABLE MEMORIES (Report) Reply

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