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Autumn wind

The time when temperatures decrease
the time when leaves depart their trees
the time when summer turns to fall
that’s when I start to hear the call

The autumn wind whispers again
predicting tales of winter’s pain
still holds hints of summer’s sun
and it hollows I should run

It swept me off my feet before
so I am not scared anymore
what looks like chaos at the start
has brought me closer to my heart

It first blows gently through my hair
brushes my face with fresh cold air
but by the time December comes
it usually shakes me to my bones

The autumn wind spins me around
turns my small world upside down
and nothing ever stays the same
Forever forcing me to start again

It swept me off my feet before
so I am not scared anymore
what looks like chaos at the start
has brought me closer to my heart

©mywritingtherapy

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