Autumn rain
A fortnight of showers is shedding like tears
The season compels me to sing
It hangs in the sky just to soften the fears
Reminiscent of memories of spring
The wind is a-flying to pluck each teardrop
From each day of the past as it mellows
The mists of the past seem to fall from treetop
In colours of red, gold, and yellows
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