Haste Autumn (A poem)

Haste Autumn, come and take

Sad memories, no sound make

From that tree I used to stay

With my love spending a day

Chatting, giggling and the leaves

Spying on the love we weave.

Summer is over, dark the sky

Leaves are broken and dry

Haste Autumn, the past end

And my heart heal and mend

Fresh leaves Spring will bring

A new love for me to sing.

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