autumn in my heart

 
Rusty leaves fall silently to the soil,
A carpet of dead leaves covers the ground,
I walk on it, with my heart in turmoil,
Like a condemned man would walk gallows-bound.
 
Mist settles, like teardrops, upon the tree-trunks,
A cobweb glistens with autumn’s tearful pearls,
A few leaves hang on like discarded junks,
Or unfurled drapes for the playful squirrels.
 
Autumn’s melancholy, like [...]

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