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By Cyan Date: 2003 Jan 22 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.22.21.22.30984]] |
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Your day of birth tucked deeply in her warm glow and she weeps for you, mourning a lost spirit One less leaf to fall. It all seems fair in context, but I do not approve. I cry often in late September, when the wind shouts in joy that Autumn will soon arrive. And I celebrate your anniversary with grevious pain. My spirit misses you in ways I cannot describe. It wonders why it keeps living, when October has stolen it's source of life. Your quietus is an enigma to me. Too young of a man. So important to my survival. I refuse to understand. And I do not approve. But no matter how much hurt it brings, I will always love October. She gave me you. |