“When Autumn Comes, She Dies”

She came in spring.

When the snow melted,

and left behind

the sad days from dark times.

From the ground, she grew

towards a kind sun,

casted shadows over villages and towns.

As she grew she formed

red balls of sweet.

We harvested it

and thanked her for it.

Then the sun went distant,

left behind memories of warmth.

As the leaves reflect the setting life.

She bends down,

she cries.

She dies.

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