Autumn skipping in the leaves,
Blowing bubbles, for the wind.
Crying for truth.
Loving for hate.
A child within turmoil,
Happiness within endless days.
Autumn, with crystal eyes
And a tearful heart.
She'll smile for you,
If you've found the grief.
She's a wandering soul,
A child of golden light.
I don't know her at all.
And for that,
I love her. |
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