Those days,
Once extant are,
In Autumn, like
Defoliating trees
Dropping
Leaves at my feet
That once fallen,
Lose colour and
Fast fading,
Become
Monochromatic
Somehow, like
A black and white
Film I watch,
As they flicker
And dance,
A last dance,
Before
The bonfire.
You have created a beautiful landscape of autumn memories which leaves deep impact on mind: In Autumn, like / Defoliating trees / Monochromatic / Somehow, like / A black and white / Film...
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Very impressive write, Richard Theze. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.