+--+
Enter-
The chilled breath of autumn,
upon a shambled soul,
dispelling it's hopes.
...How they glimmered in the night...
Truth shattering their dreams,
in the chaos of light.
+--+
Colours of red, yellow, and brown
dance to the rhythm of the wind.
Their brilliance ignites the heart.
Beautiful are things...
At their final moment,
falling to their mother earth,
into open arms of rebirth.
+--+
Exit-
The mysteries of tyme,
to another place,
where bells of serenity ring,
where you may never see my face.
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