Poem -
Autumn rose.
I'm tiered said the open window, the view is far from grace, little scattered risen bells
The flowers out of place,
To cast a dream before the curtains close
The daylight hours weakened
By the standing autumn rose, such wishes travel, unwinding in the breeze
Little to do with springtime fancy, a harder memory to breathe.
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