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An Autumn State of Mind
Autumn falls, with withering yellow gold flecks
across this land, to haunt the mind
with meanings and unending sighs
these foreign emotions i cannot understand
since autumn never worried my homeland.
mostly a state of mind
a rake across the convoluted patterns of my brain
scratching into reluctant memories
that hesitate to remind
chilly breeze that drives the cold
right through my frail body
foreboding shadows that fall quickly
blunting already cold senses
patterns etched in the sky
of spiky spiny naked tree corpses
evoking bewilderment
at nature's odd dance
to die to rise to die to rise
an alien in a familiar land, undecided, with the seasons disguise.

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