Here comes autumn,
bringing along
blankets of leaves,
a cool breeze,
a shade from the sun,
less and less cruel,
and by the scent
of osmanthus blossoms
I am reborn.
No more surviving,
barely,
or fighting the light,
bitter foe
of soft nuances.
As darkness approaches,
resurges,
like clockwork,
my vampire soul.
Tag: soul
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Of Friends And Foes
