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Autumn rolls upon my heart.
It breathes its life upon me.
I call out to its ever being,
I am fulfilled.

Its days are numbered
Living every as if…its last
An early rise and sleeping none.
Few tomorrows and enchanted todays,
I am fulfilled.

Its brilliance is deafening.
I embrace its rewards of vision.
My senses overwhelmed.
I am fulfilled.

When gone…gone for sure
I too wither.
I look east still waiting
It’s return eminent, but too long
To be fulfilled.

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