Memories of the past, lay trodden on the grass
As autumn blows the moments of present down
from the trees we once revered, on to the ground
in this round we are fighting for the dried leaves
that have left us longing for when those memories would tease
but now with hopes in embers and time caught up
we walk through the path of leaves trying to keep our chin up.
#autumn #fall #memories #past #time #alas #hope #gone 
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