Poetry 7

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Fiery reds, burnt orange, and golden yellows
Colors of our favorite season
Before was full of love but now plagued by willows
Our melancholic tale pass by as the wind blows

The fiery red once symbolize our love with blazing desire
Now symbolize the ember of our fading fire.
Burnt orange, our life so bittersweet
As the warmth leaves and the cool air greet

Golden yellows, once symoblize our bliss,
But now a witness of the love we miss
Oh how the seasons change so fast
Yesterday's summer but now it last

In the autumn's embrace
There lies hope and grace
Just like autumn falls
When the time has come it will also grows

So make this fiery red ignite new flames
Build a new fire with no shame
Have this burnt orange guide us in our free fall
As we answer destiny's silent call

Have this golden yellow witness our new life
And how we set our journey in our drive
In this autumn we mourn
But in the next season, a new love will be born

-ell

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