Falling
ShoweringWith my
Upholding statues
In this place
I call my cave.
Falling leaves
Remind me
Of some better days
I can't remember.
Crispness
In the air
I feel the flow
Of thinking freely.
Waving
From the trees
I feel the wrinkles
Smoothing from
The inside out.
Autumn is the
Falling of the old
And the beginning
Of a new
Renewing blessing.
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