a different autumn

she gave him a different autumn, 
he gave her a special hill 
on which they would be united, 
with i can i do i will 

she gave him a loving daughter, 
he gave her his very best; 
days enrapt in forest splendor, 
sunset sinking in the west 

now she lies in shrouded silence 
he stands looking at their lands --  
she gave him a different autumn 
and he hopes, 
he hopes 

she understands

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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