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The way of words, are to move,
Ones feelings of high emotion,
Is rife with, thoughts from above,
Filled with, loves pure devotion.

Thoughts of you, make my eyes glisten,
Although you say, that I never listen.
I do hear you, almost every day
And pray that you don't go away.

There are days, I have this urge,
From my mind, these words to purge.
Words that like, to rattle around.
Words that rattle, without a sound.

I believe that I will always remember,
The unique sight and sounds of September.
The colors of Fall, the changing trees,
As the vibrant yellow and reds, of leaves,
Sun rises, on crisp, frosty morning,
Suddenness of a Fall storm, without warning,
The brightness of days, crisp and clear,
Are memories, that I will hold dear.

Why do you, say to me?
Why do you, treat me so?
Is it, because I see,
That you, don't want to go
Or lose, what's left behind,
As memories, escape from your mind?

Here I do sit,
A powerless twit,
That is afraid to say,
About this grey day
And about, tomorrow's dawn
Or the life beyond.
The fear, I have
Comes every day
And just won't go away.
I hate the weakness,
Inside of me
And pray that God,
Will also see,
A man, who is trying,
Even when he is crying
Inside, so no one can see,
My internal fight, with agony.

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The days are closing in, towards Fall.
The mornings become crisp, that's not all.
The leaves start changing, to their Fall
Color and the winds, tell us all
That snow and ice are drawing near
And we must put on, warmer gear.