Screams Of Autumn You thought,
it was the sound of leaves falling you heard.
But, it was our screams;
as we lost our grip holding on to branches and fell.
You thought,
it was the sound of crunching;
as you walked on leaves,
you heard.
But, it was our screams;
as we lay huddled on the ground.
You didn't hear,
what you thought you heard.
It was Autumn's screaming sounds;
letting go.
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