Autumn

Fallen leaves of maple,
Blown away by dry breeze,
Across the world,
Scattered and lost;
Some floating on the river of hope,
Others all drowned
In utter hopelessness.

You’re no more the person I loved,
But still in the autumn of our journey,
Our love is the same –
Passionate and eternal,
Like the good young days.
And unlike the maple leaves,
I’ll never let you wither away;
That’s my promise, my love,
Till the day, my breath betrays me.

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