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Soul Autumn
Poetry of life
Oct 30, 2021
Light ochre on brown,
Fall in the forest
Come down.
Your leaves without hope,
Doubtful as lovers,
Secrets all scattered
and blown.
Leaves
orange and gold,
Swirl now but where
do you go.
Like mysteries on Earth,
Nature won’t see to your hurt
Unless it is red.
Now only the sensitive
See through your emptiness
Feel the Soul Autumn
and stand by
our deep
loneliness . . .
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