A far away vision locks my heart in distant falling leaves of Autumn care. A voice comes to me and says, "go away the branches are bare and old. "Reap only what is now and look upon the meadows flow." Oh thee who speaks to me, I glance a bit in praise, I know a darkness blends with regret the full embrace.
by Phyllis Aliano
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