Fall is back by Ann Wood

Autumn inside me is back,
as a late traveler,
staying in an old house,
where the hearth,
it's long-dead ...
it was once alive
but it is deserted.
So in my autumn,
looking to find
vent in solitude
from the end of summer
obsesses my soul,
impudently-without invitation
and uses me without residue
until next summer ...




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Written on 2020-09-30 at 16:12

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