When I turn to autumn leaves
And my bones, they turn to dust
You will walk upon me
Before The winter wind carries me
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Autumn that harvesting dead, a season for gathering..a season for movement, a matured season knocking door for spring a season of great hope the autumn and this poem is- Beautiful lines that reminds - means a prayer for the desire lest I should loose..the age, the breathing, the life the love thank you
Fallen leaves, oh the fallen leaves, I belong to thee!