Fading Light

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Written by crazy4yarn2

By guest poet Nolcha Fox

Autumn wants to fall asleep.
She closes curtains on the sun.
I must hurry down this path
before the darkness haunts me.
This path is strewn with colored leaves
that hide the way I’m going.
The clouds ignore me, they don’t care.
This is the time of dying.

[Read by Catherin J Pascal Dunk. Image from Pexels.]

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