Love, Known and Unknown
As the trees shiver with delight
at the fresh autumn breeze,
The cycle of life has met
his match with her.
Her cloak now adorned with all
the fallen acorns,
while gently the sun abates
for less to see.
Its sensual warmth no longer felt
by lovers in fields.
Unaware of the web of love,
I allowed my heart to falter.
Now struggling in a world so cold,
I fall.
I fall grasping for breath that
perhaps may fill me with
the joy I once knew.
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