the youthful giggle of tomorrow
fades away into the darkness
the bleak look of a pained expression
wallows in the pity of yesteryear.
with the coming of a fresh new season
the smell of dew whispers around ones antidote
opening and closing like a burnt autumn leaf
listen to me, listen to you
the season of values
of life that deserves.
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