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Autumn |
It is Autumn--my time
When gold falls from trees
And ghosts return to familiar haunts
But the usual elation just isn't there
Something is missing
The queen of all my seasons is gone
Winter has taken her from me
And frozen her heart
It has been a long, lonely Summer
I had hoped Fall would return my life to me
But not this time--my luck is gone
All I have left is hope, fragile hope
Come back to me my Persephone
Let Hell be damned |
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Copyright © 2004 by Richard E. Herrick, Jr. All Rights Reserved. |
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