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Kyle Harvey An Autumn LeafI feel the wind’s warning of the icy army on its way While the pumpkin’s mischievous grin takes pride in a certain end Playful children torture me with a reminiscence of a sweet, but distant youth I am kidnapped from my surroundings, only able to observe I hang fearfully from a traitor As I ripen in my final season I feel the wind’s comfort of an army that will never touch While the pumpkin’s joyful grin distracts me from a certain end Playful children remind me of a sweet world I take pleasure in observing my surroundings the way I want I cling ignorantly to an old friend Ripened in my final season I feel the wind embrace me with grieving tears The pumpkin’s knowing grin advises not to despair in a certain end Playful children remind me of a sweet past I am satisfied observing my surroundings the way they are I let go of my past |
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