Sep 30, 2020
1 min read
Autumn Rain
Poetry of love
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This is a quiet love,
No discussion
of Autumn rain.
A futile love
that leaves me
with no hope
or a glowing face.
See it tried to
die alone,
Wasn’t wanted
anymore.
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