Where the green turns olive
And the yellows’ all on the floor
I live another life, another chance
Just like the summer had hoped
Its my fifth autumn, as I witness
Dreams don’t live out in a sequence
I love it dearly and I love it more
Every fall is the same and yet so different
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 22nd, 2024 07:01
- Category: Reflection
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Great write
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