An Autumn Rain Poem
The Autumn Rain is fallingLeaves of Melancholy falling
Like Summer Years upon the ground
Like washing tears who hears the sound
Winter waits beyond the shoreline
With ghosts that whisper secret breath
yours is not yours mine is not mine
This present (Life) scares us to death . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-10-03 at 17:35
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