It was autumn, orange was the mood.
The sun had the dim frown,
With leaves which were brown.
Amidst all these, there was I
Lurking and Peeping, to the lanes
Through the wide window panes.
The wind blew next,
Scared if it was among the few
But it was the chosen you.
We smiled and talked,
We cried and fought.
Then happened something which I wasn't ready for.
It was fall next,
And so did we fell
Trudging the courses along.
Winter came, our hearts froze.
Among all the love fever,
We somewhere knew our time was over.
~ R.C. (earl)
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