Autumn Leaves

Posted on November 16, 2012

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Autumn leaves fall
Looking back at what could have been
Reflections of a has-been
Reality gives the third degree
To the world a nonentity
Emptiness is no legacy
Self-absorbed in individuality
Autumn takes pride
Unmasking shallow tides
Empathy is a foreign tribe
Native to a special kind
Where Time plays a merry tune
To those sacrificing their summer boon
Dance they will to autumn’s glorious tune

©Aturmercy

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