Autumn Leaves

The autumn leaves fall from the trees,

crisp and bright.

The cold comes,

disguised with stealth.

 

My heart grows louder

as the days grow shorter,

proclaiming its objective

with thumps of rhythm.
 

Blood drips from the cracks

like runny ink,

showing my weakness

without regret.

 
 
 

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