The autumn starts
Now I stand at the door
My vision has turned poor
Eye sight is blurred
Thoughts too have been erred
The autumn has struck
Like sitting duck
It has water
But unable to swim over
The feet have crumbled
And almost dead
With no zeal to move forward
I close the eyes and wait for word
I am down with spirit and that has not added
As spring has just now faded
It has no breeze in the morning
But only early shining
Autumn
It has returned
The leaves to fall
And obey nature's call
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