Autumn Breeze

Feeling the new autumn breeze,
I listen to my birds sing.
While they enjoy the sun shine,
I reflect upon my past.
My heart is not at peace.
Loving words I can’t bring.
Regret is like a vine;
I want to chop it fast.
I meant to teach her well,
though I should’ve shown her.
She could tell I was wrong,
and she did tell me so.
Now my eyes burn and swell,
and graying is my hair.
She hasn’t gone long,
but I feel rather low.
The sky dresses light white,
and the birds want to stay.
What’s gone I want to find,
but that chance is now gone.
The day turns into night,
and the birds chirp away.
The trees dance to the wind,
and I sit out alone.

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