<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Autumn...Will Never Be The Same</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FOR: J.L. With Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a cool, July, and it was dusk.<br>The gentle winds that blew, <br>brushed the Autumn of your hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch<br>your face, as I stood still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn, <br>are the bees yet in their hive? Snuggled<br>closely, in their Autumn winter bed.? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">An Autumn sun, hid behind the clouds above.<br>It knew not of this July, only of Autumn, in the air.<br>It knew of flowers drooping, their brightness, <br>now fading and curled. It knew of falling leaves, <br>and colors still so bright. A lone tree against a colored<br>sky, seemed naked in this July. With all of<br>this, and some to go, it must be Autumn...Autumn...<br>Autumn, for this I know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What of the woman, with the hair of Autumn? <br>Her eyes of Autumn color and colored clothes<br>the same. It can not be July for<br>Autumn is abound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Autumns every where. Circling sparrows in sky<br>above, swoop down, in hunt, for the final seeds<br>of Autumn. How could this be July, <br>or has the sparrows lost their way? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Surely, this is Autumn, for the chill is in they air.<br>And, isn't that an Autumn grass, below that<br>old oak tree? As the gentle Autumn winds, <br>carry silence for the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the mist of Autumn, are falling drops of rain.<br>No, not a shower in July, but an Autumn day, <br>now cast in gloom, against a steel gray sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Autumn, shall never be the same, since<br>that Autumn day in mid July.<br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joe+Fazio">Joe Fazio</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545984" data-title="Autumn...Will Never Be The Same de Joe Fazio" data-description="FOR: J.L. With Love It was a cool, July, and it was dusk. The gentle winds that blew, brushed the Autumn of your hair. And a mist, as like in Autumn, touch your face, as I stood still. I could not help but wonder, as in Autumn, are the bees y..."></div> </div> </div>

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