Autumn...
Autumn,changes the air.
The leaves reveal a shade of life
hidden by the envy of the sun.
So we go.
Walking--
across streets, over bricks,
each taking us away,
bringing me closer.
Without a conclusion, there is hope.
With a conclusion, there was life.
Without one there is no other.
We come to the stairs
to the sheets, cold all night.
We let it be
for a day...
for two...
and despite what may--
there was.
And so there will be.
Like the green on the limbs of trees--
and their return after the bare truth of winter.
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