A wake of spring,
Moment of wondering,
Can't stop worrying,
Will soon be covering.
Just like passing summer,
Another path to slumber,
Unlike running number,
Just another feather.
In the eve of autumn,
Lies a tear drop within,
Always there in isolation,
Broken like no return.
Far from winter,
Turning on the heater,
Strong without quiver,
Just an emotion breaker.
12.32am 1 November 2008
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