Melancholic grace

Grief befalls unto, not one would expect,

Sadness fills to the brim, up to one to detect,

In the face of troubles, when one fails to react,

All but sorrows left, for those who came into contact.
~Autumn~

Truth sees not what Lies deceived,

But Lies see what Truth deceived not,

So why did lies choose to deceive what the truth sees not?

I hope I have the answer to what I see not.
~Autumn~

Autumn, a season of the falling leaves,

Through the gentle breeze, in the wait for whom persists,

Persist through the slashings of the cold hard snow,

The arrival of Spring, is what one would know.
~Autumn~


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