
It was autumn when we met
Trees were reddening
Leaves were falling
Hearts were aching to spill the truth
Autumn, autumn
Cooler nights
Autumn, autumn
Mistier heights
It was autumn when we met
Days were shortening
Eyes were focusing more sharply
On every strange new thing –
To discern the whole truth
Before the snow-blanket
Stored any promises
About to be made –
Diamonds and promises are forever.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

You are such a romantic. I love your poetry.
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There is some acerbity spice from the autumn leaves perfume in it. I like the all in all autumnal mood, I feel by reading.
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Thank you…
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This is such a lovely poem, Aka.
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Thank you, Noora…
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