In October
October first, October last,
woe the year that left so fast;
eternal night that fills it's spawn
with caressing light from not so long.
Leaves fall wilted, ashes left,
the sidewalk stained with dead carcass...
...debris from not so long,
It's an eternal song...
...that lives within us all...
...In October.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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