
golden leaves falling,
branches heavy leaning from the trees.
howling winds calling,
whispering upon the breeze..
.
" for you i am calling" .
groans of foliage upon the earths floor.
her soul weeps ever more.
still i can hear the winds howling
" for you i am calling"
chill of fall never felt so cold,
upon my skin as this moment.
Fear rising upon my soul.
for i hear the wind as she calls.
I hear the sound of her soul weeping,
her blood thin, life slowly seeping.
still I hear her winds call .
" for you i am calling"




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