Words form when they shouldn’t

At the back of your mind

On the edges of your heart

Right down your spine

That’s where you’ll find

Maple leaves heaped

Fragile shards creak

Autumn colours it is

The turning of seasons

Winter creeps in

The fading of colours

And a softer heartbeat

It wouldn’t have happened

Should these words lost me


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