Autumn

autumn comes again,

with all its prior pains.

red, orange, brown, yellow

murmuring tress and rustling leaves.

thick fog with smoky air,

blurring my senses here.

cool, wet and misty breeze,

makes the flatterer more insane.

this autumn has some aching past,

swishing my soul and stirring my heart.

rattling leaves on moaning tress,

standing only with me.

autumn comes again,

with all its prior pains.

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韩瑞雅 Han Rui Ya

Loves learning, reading, writing and teaching.

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