Autumn

For all this time, the sun relent not, still

Galling, burning without care what the times

Alluding. ‘Tis west, therefore, upon shrill

Abolished heights, those tears in great confines,

Afflicted. So, I gazed upon bygones,

Consisted of drumming rain, like shy pawns,

Stealthily crept and hung on my window,

Absolute and resolved to tell of the

Passengers, whom they soaked and cloaked in gloom.

So of course I lent my ears in glee…

…And listened for all eternity.

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