The winds were the warning...
The autumn was fast approaching...
The bright colors...
The green...the red...turned into violet...
What once was full of life...
Now seems...all dark brown...
Now dead...
With the hope...that spring will arrive someday...
But your love and mine...
Has gone to winter land...
To the dark side of the moon...where nothing grows...
And will remain obscure....yes the stars will shine...
But it won't be by my side...

 
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