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Autumn's DemiseRain drops lightly tap on my window, each clear drop of life sustaining fluid quickly form into a strange pattern on the cold window pane. The autumn colors of bright red, yellow, and gold have faded and fallen from the giant ancient oaks. A brisk wind silently blow the multi-colored leaves. They whirl, swirl and take flight… landing where... No one knows! There's a quietness about it all… as sadness and loneliness slowly unfolds, the warm days of autumn have now passed and the cold winter wind will soon produce blankets of deep white snow that will once again chill my poor aging soul. Jackie R. Kays © October-2009 Vote for this poem
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