Rush

Color is to Autumn as love is to marriage,

For leaves change and loves bliss sways,

We tend to observe the surface.

 

Temperature lowered and temperament despair,

The layers become thicker and attitudes flair,

We tend to observe the surface.

Cire

Author: ciresodysseys

I have no idea of what I'll write, when I'll write, though I will write. Consume with a grain of salt, please.

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