AUTUMN
Every light has a story to tell
every door, every bell
Spiralling leaves fall upon the lamp posts glaze
landing upon the sodden pavement
causing some kind of screwed up maze
The weeping willow slouches in utter disgust
the velvet darkness of the night
ready to encrust
The autumn night is mild
just a tad of a chill
the stillness of the night
eerie haunting,waiting to thrill
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