Autumn Visit
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As the leaves has fallen on the tombstone
I knelt in the muddy soil
The tears sweltered up
As I swept the leaves and fallen twigs
Off the stone
The dead flowers that I removed
Went into the trash
As the wet snow ran down my sultry face
It became impossible to cool
I took the last glance of the year
As I swept my hand against the words
That are craved
Until Father's Day
When it's almost summer
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş