Row upon row
faded petals
a crow squawks
calling for another soul
this place of deathly silence
often offers the only comfort
Where have you been?
Are you here?
the rainbow of leaves
will soon fall lifelessly back to the earth
the warmth of the sunlight
awaits to be replaced by the bitter bite of winter
Death is closing in
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