When I was young, I loved
cold and rainy autumn days,
bright fallen leaves floating
in dark pools, the silence
that was pierced only
by the cries of cranes,
and now, I just shiver
as the chill breeze comes
over the dying grass
and heaves bronze leaves.
The wonder I felt is gone,
and the weight of winter
rests on every gaze.
19.09.2023
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