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Autumn In My Heart

Like these falling auburn
leaves,
When they find a place in
a firepot,
Those dangling words
too, When struck against the
bloodpot,
Spare cosiness in the
wild, frosty world of
seclusion.

Like these sobbing
autumn birds,
I too wept to my empty
words.
How can I douse the
sempiternal fire? No more is the fall, no
more the zephyr.

Like these stripped
autumn saplings,
I'm left with nothing,
though brambles of
happenings.

Like this parched, forlorn
coppice,
I'm left with nothing to
shed,
Though I remain
smouldering inside.

Now, left with just an
aimless life,
That I could've taken
with a paring knife, but
Just in wait for a cloying
glance, If only, I could survive
the memories in trance.

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