The chatter of leaves As they blow over the trail
This is the Fall of my life.
Every breath shivered
and twirled on the air,
Fogging the glass piece
Through which I stare
At lions at play
in the depths of my soul,
fierce and gentle
On other ethereal fields.
Sunrays softened on the curves of your hair.
And now stars on their nightly procession
Clatter like leaves
Across my path,
They will all join the Fall.
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