felt like Christmas.
I was lost in October.
In an awe of color just before the leaves pass on.
Whirling through a journey of the sun.
Death enduring in the presence of all future.
Too caught up in the changes to respond.
Living spring's summer in autumn's appeal.
The overwhelming memories were real.
The characters were still themselves.
Until the walls began to melt.
Moving through and through the others then.
A visionary impact grown diseased.
I lay back on the pillow of the bed.
Eternal sighs were filling up my head.
Attracted to his lips within the quiver of a smile.
But nothing more. We lay divided.
Invisible, the forces working there.
Writhing in a misery of unforgiving air.
But this October came and never went away.
While he froze within the cold of winter's day.
And suddenly, I knew the reason
seasons passed away...
? Michaelette ?
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