I think of the word
“Humanity” and quickly
Move to Autumn
Our destiny is
Beauty felt while falling, short
Autumns are deepest.
You say a word, and
I hear summer, a fervor
For recognition-
While you walk away
I mutter “Winter”, for frost
Lives in loneliness.
When I recall you
And your memory, I feel
Spring in it’s rebirth.
Silence
Here
Silence
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