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
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Great write
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