Was a long time coming,
so many fruitless trees,
an Autumn forest,
laid naked from it's leafs.
A hint of sunshine
but eaten by the clouds,
the clouds, that so quickly,
cover like a shroud.
The damndest thing,
A fool believes,
that love flows easy,
it always does in dreams.
Was a long time coming
but the taste of love sublime,
A feast set before me,
forever will I dine.
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