The Scent of Fall

I still recall as yesterday
The lovely scent of fall;
The breeze that blew her hair, and the
Sheer magic of it all

But there is memory in grief,
And grief in memory —
I still recall the scent of fall:
That’s all that’s left
For me

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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