Autumn Boy
By jollycabbage
Tue, 16 Nov 2004
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My Autumn Boy As the leaves begin to sag, And speak no more. My autumn boy waits for me, Upon a distant shore. His eyes brandish summer scorn, Burnt bright in leafy green. They dance with spring life, And they wilt with a dream. Summer closes the flower heads, And the wind whispers a breeze. I will return to my autumn boy, When the earth has finished its freeze.
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