Whispers of yesterday
blow
in the wind,
and into my ears.
down, down, down
to my toes.
Foggy memories
unearth crisp feelings of
what almost was,
of what never can be.
Yet,
Autumn, Again
Whispers of yesterday
blow
in the wind,
and into my ears.
down, down, down
to my toes.
Foggy memories
unearth crisp feelings of
what almost was,
of what never can be.
Yet,
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