Leaf

                                                                 A
                                                          u
                                                     t
                                                u
                                             m
                                            n
                                             has its
                                                 fallen leaves, its fiery brigades of orange
                                               and scarlet, its lace of frost,  its sweetly rotting
                                               fruit.
                                                     Its evenings brown with hazy skies,
                                                 its melodies, its truth-stained lies.
                                              Waiting
                                           for the winter rains
                                         to wash the memories
                                       Away.

The End

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