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Autumn leaves

Of Summer memories

A weepy frown

Of comity remedies

Paradise was, but is no more

Golden rubbish falls

On the dark forest floor

Like the beauty of sun

Melting in waters

Uniting blue, silver & gold into one

Faded green clings to the branches alas

The corporeal bruised, a culture of fashion

 & history now past

Winter rest, time heals all wounds

Feel safe in the thoughts

Spring will be here soon

Much Love Much Life