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Subtle Thoughts of Autumn
The rain falls all around me.
Its gentle, soothing music like golden chimes.
There are colors in the wind.
Reds and blues, the slight breath
of leaves in autumn.
Like fingers lightly slipping down my spine.
I am deeply hurting.
A soft infatuation.
It stings to think of him.
I gently glide my fingers through my hair,
its sweet perfume of roses and snow
rushing to greet me.
I dream of falling snowflakes,
feel deep inside me the heartbeat throb
of sadness. I turn to leave,
and instead of saying goodbye,
whisper goodbye to myself.
Its gentle, soothing music like golden chimes.
There are colors in the wind.
Reds and blues, the slight breath
of leaves in autumn.
Like fingers lightly slipping down my spine.
I am deeply hurting.
A soft infatuation.
It stings to think of him.
I gently glide my fingers through my hair,
its sweet perfume of roses and snow
rushing to greet me.
I dream of falling snowflakes,
feel deep inside me the heartbeat throb
of sadness. I turn to leave,
and instead of saying goodbye,
whisper goodbye to myself.
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