.The antique feeling of autumn,
tangled in her hair,
whispered through the naked trees.
I slipped in the hall,
the staircase was soaked with her tears,
as it gathered in puddles beneath my knees.
Iâll climb the ladder to the attic,
waiting for flowers to bloom,
I hate.
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