It is the autumn of misgiving,
sweeps the dry leaves away.
The wind embark to show it's way.
Alone the Jacaranda tree stand,
wiping the tears of naked fears.
A moody tollerents in season's clear.
Storms came,and storms go.
Season's come and season's go,
winds blow,leaves to dust,
echoe's grow over mountains,
with no sound.
It is still there,
the wind, the sun,
glowing it's wings upon the earth.
Hypocrate's would say,
the evil will never fade,
when a believer comply,
seeing is believing,
when life is unexpected.
They say alway's.
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