Autumn burns for winters squelching.
It is, the season of contrasts. The savory and the sweet.
Everything, living and dying in this one moment.
Where some might fall in and out of love.
They, full of love and hate, receive words, that would otherwise escape their contemplations.
Soon the beautiful leaves will be buried, blanketed.
My hopes along with them.
The stitchings come loose.
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