With autumn leaves falling,
reminiscent of the morning,
today's weather
is bright
and blowing.
The laughter,
the unity,
shared with family.
With leaves upon the ground,
reminders of yesterday.
Today's weather
is different than yesterday's.
The quiet.
The knowing.
Sitting all alone.
With leaves in the wind,
scattering,
thoughts of those
who used to be.
Today's weather
is changing,
much like
the days gone by.
The feelings.
The memories.
Of how
we used to be.
And still,
the leaves keep falling.
And still,
the weather changes.
And still,
I remember.
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Author:
NikNak73 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 24th, 2026 16:17
- Category: Reflection
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