Another year that I am reminded
Of the one time that I was blinded
Yet again this scent, it flows through the air
Autumns rush why are you cruel and unfair.
To leave me trapped within my troubled past
To know that time with her wouldn't last
To atone my loss through silent suffering
To wait for one much more promising
The leaves, they dance, they laugh, and they play
Blind to my sorrow and my dismay
The wind gently brushes against my skin
Caressing with care the feelings within
The scent in turn rules over them all
and reminds me of when i once did fall.
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