Changing of the SeasonYou're falling away from me
Like a leaf at the changing of the season
Fallen from your branch, cold and dying
You are leaving this earth and me
I hold your hand in mine and long for you to stay
But I know you have to go away.
When the season changes again
And the leaves grow back bright green
I hope to see you standing there with your hand outstretched for me.
Poetry by Dead Poet
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Written on 2016-11-21 at 23:07
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