Gray Is the Color of Love Lost
In silent dance Autumn's brown floating leaves,
fall around me, as thoughts appear seamless
Wind moves leaf covered ground, reflection cleaves
Love becomes a memory to confess
Birds rise dark in far distance crying out
An audience to such a foolish pain
Night falls, crumbled leaves are blowing about
I'll await moonlight's glow to go insane
Gray's dull color painted love's last moment
Felt its quiet death as my hands trembled,
as its final breath forever distant
Cast to horizon's line to be humbled
To sit among dead leaves with sadness
Companion to their plight causes madness
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