It does not only bring Autumn.A Poem by A Stranger's TaleThe falling of the leaves are slow yet undeniable the air gets colder and the sky takes a greater grey the rich green leaves have now turned to a bright orange colored flame The misty fog clouds the air and everything else around it It is impossible to see beyond a mile or two I step into oblivion as a stranger, yet once again reminded of where I am and where I've been memories a flashing,haunting images are enough to leave me on the cold wet ground Autumn which looks down upon me normally claims " I am here" This time however it seems to be singing a different tune," I am here, but I am not alone". It has brought it's only friend,death as a companion.
death is the quiet friend that lurks around the shadows waiting in anticipation.
It does not strike swiftly or quickly It slowly comes upon you like a soft and sweet lullaby soon you are immersed by it whole and finally consumed
And it leaves you there on the cold ground, to wither away, alone.
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