Autumn spits in my face,
Cries on my shoulder,
Beguiles me with colours of decay,
Red, orange, yellow upon grey,
She imprisons me indoors,
Takes me out with my collar turned up,
Lashes me with sleet,
She sings me gently to sleep,
I love her, and she makes me weep.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 8:41 AM UTC
Autumn spits in my face,
Cries on my shoulder,
Beguiles me with colours of decay,
Red, orange, yellow upon grey,
She imprisons me indoors,
Takes me out with my collar turned up,
Lashes me with sleet,
She sings me gently to sleep,
I love her, and she makes me weep.
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