Death seduces us with autumn's beauty
The mood of many loves ending
Mixed with so many just beginning
The way the fog lingers into afternoon
When we can't stop crying
Sitting among the quaking aspens
Until the sunlight rushes in
Searching as if it had forgotten something
A mother her own lost child
Or the will to live itself a body
Laying down covered with leaves
No leaf a breeze won't take
But death is such a fake
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