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Poem inspired by autumn |
| The autumnal colours red orange and brown Swiftly fall and clothe the grey ground; This colour-splashed path a portal into the past – Kicking leaves, a girl again at last. A girl without a thought of tomorrow; Of life, flitting by like a swallow; Of people, who come and go As quickly as the winter snow. A girl oblivious to how people change As the seasons do, becoming more estranged. Unthinking of the inevitable road ahead; The swallow’s blood staining the snow red. But now the girl trudging through the snow Is a girl no more, no… |