You, Me & This Autumn

It was you, me & this autumn, when
I stood an onlooker, then
You & the autumn romped again.

How I relish looking on, when
This autumn showered the golden
confetti on you, then
You & the autumn romped again.

Those birds, being envious of you, when
The silver heels & golden leaves would
make saccharine songs, then
You & the autumn romped again.

In our midst, this autumn was a bosom
pal, when
None would sing the songs with us, then
You & the autumn romped again.

You & Me were dashing on the greying

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poem by Pablo Keats
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