Sequence

Alan R

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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