The Autumn Inside Us

At times, autumn doesn’t just fall on trees, It slowly descends within, unseen. We hide our withering hopes, our fading hearts, And show the world a spring that never departs. The autumn inside, none ever knows, As we silently break, where no one goes. Like leaves, we crumble, dissolve in the air, Fading into depths we alone bear. This quiet decay, so deeply concealed, Becomes a part of us, wholly sealed. As if this autumn, so cold, so still, Had merged with our being, bending our will.

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