I sense the ticking
of the clock
as the time flies
with the breeze
as light as the leaves
and faint as the heat
of the sunrise
The daylight is up
the spring is leaving
the monsoons coming
And the change is faint
but it is there
moving how it should
and how it always does
summers are driving soon
winter will too
oh, autumn I forgot about
the only fall
that doesn't refer to my fall
oh the years that pass
and the years that to come
are so long
and yet so short
©winkafeath
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