Brown eyes followed me
But I turned away
Memory fading now
Of that pale face floating
Behind the window
As I leave
Breathing a sigh of relief
Memory fading now
Of how you looked with sudden joy
Upon that autumn leaf I brought to show you
Filgrees of decaying lace, once proud and vibrant
As you were in your prime
Heard you say
How beautiful the colours were
I wish
I could have been nicer.
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Anita these poems are excellent, do not judge yourself too harshly.