this is the first
autumn morning
dew drops hanging
delivering the face
of one so dear
clearly pictured
in the chandeliers
swinging on branches
this morning breeze, she
whispered to my ears
things that scratched
my heart, she
engraved a deep bleeding mark
telling me clear:
~as clear as crystals
hanging
on the green leaves
ready to leave
this first autumn morning ~
.....'his heart belongs to
the flying leaves.....'
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