You were an Autumn's Poem,
Lithe, lovely;
Painting the winds with your brush,
With a smile that lit your eyes.
You exude enthusiasm,
Catching on rays of the light,
During your nature trails,
Like angel's halo on your skin.
That was before the pain took over,
Before it tainted your glow.
You were an Autumnal Poem,
And Winter comes to take you home.
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