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The Autumn Boy

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There he lays, here I stand.
Silently nearing,
I take his hand as if it’s a fragile flower.
Fading, my son is, fading
Like the Autumn fades into the deathly Winter.
His breaths are narrowing.
I’m left defenseless,
As Death claims my son.
My son, mine alone.
And like the Autumn,
He fades away.



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hiddenprincess said...
May 5, 2013 at 8:05 am
That was beautiful. In so few words you put a lot of emotion in it. Keep writing!
 
cmalcolm replied...
May 5, 2013 at 12:47 pm
I Agree, so much emotion.
 
BookWriter replied...
May 5, 2013 at 6:37 pm
Thank you soooo much! I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
 
illuminated_darkness said...
May 4, 2013 at 9:51 pm
That was tragically beautiful.
 
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