Love in Autumn


Winds are changing,
So are trees.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

Branches broken,
Tossed are we.
Hearts aren’t woven,
Love’s not free.

Clouds are shifting,
So’s the breeze.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

Snow is waiting,
Cold are we.
Future’s baiting,
Save not me.

Winds are changing,
So are trees.
Love is leaving,
How ‘bout me?

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