FALL

The season you loved so well

Does fill me with nostalgia for you

I miss you each day of  the remains

Can you hear me?

Burning leaves and clear skies

The October month delivers

Immortal beauty and comfort

And I cannot hear you agree

I am here and you did hold me

With love and assurance

You soothed my gravest fears

But Death whispers the final decree.



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