Autumn's Remembrance

Things lift,

as cards are thrown into play;

Or drift,

like bad luck with nothing to say.

Things change,

like the color of leaves in the autumn tree;

Or strange,

as this light brightens within me.

As the world keeps turing,

mine paces for reason;

Of why this is happening,

in this beautiful season.





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