Changing of the Season

You'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.




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Written on 2016-11-21 at 23:07

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Sameen
Lovely.
2016-11-25


LFD3
Did I give permission to have my rusty old heart chords to be played so effectively? This really is lovely.
2016-11-22


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
What can I say? Just lovely. A farewell to summer or nature is how I see it, before the death of winter.
Ashe
2016-11-22