I have come in season,
In time of change.
My color changes for a reason,
Different hues it range.
From red, orange to yellow and Brown.
Pumpkin flavored lattes.
Golden sunsets and ochre it drowns.
My dear it's getting late.
Yet the more I grew to love you,
From red, orange, yellow and brown.
Gently your hair flew,
Along the fiery breeze and sweet sounds.
You gaze upon me like a friend.
Whom I, is a stranger to you,
Yet you always knew me until the end.
Never have I found beauty so true.
You die and live like a mirage,
Buried in leaves in a tomb.
Tis a season has aged,
My love and only is Autumn.
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