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Lonely in the Fall


Zariah

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Gently the breeze flows beside the mellow brook

The golden leaves float toward a sea of orange

Shades of Autumn pierce the grey sky above

And so I think of how we once were pure

 

I dip my chilled fingertips into the flowing stream

My reflection glows like a speckled tear drop

Sadness is all I feel in this natural haven

And so I think of how we once were true

 

Small beasts roam the forest ground

I hear the rustling branches from afar

As I watch the green grass turn to brown

And so I think of loving you

 

Somehow there is no day or night

Arms reach around my trembling sides

Surroundings spin according to my thoughts

And so I pray for our renewed Spring

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What a lovely poem. I like the way you use a setting that is not by definition gloomy to express your own inner sadness.

The images are very precise like the dipped fingertips in the chilly stream.

I would add suggestions, but I never know what people want so I'll just leave it hear and say that I really enjoyed this.

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