Autumn

Broken and twisted boundaries,

Where nature has refused to be restrained.

These are someone else’s restrictions,

Not hers.

I always think of him,

When I’m here.

A metaphor of us.

And amongst dead leaves,

I see beauty,

Of living.

 

 

 

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