Awhile In Autumn

Awhile in Autumn

I don’t mind the autumn because it will soon be winter
The leaves always fall when I walk
The best years of my life
I need more time to think

It might take a long time
You see, being kind with old eyes
Somehow, the paint is nice
You see, the army of colors rather than the fight

How the time paints and I answer its cries
As if to entice the eyes
By this, let me be free, exclaims my mind,
The advice I mingle with.


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