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Autumn in England by Suzy Davies

You held my hand,
as we strolled through autumn leaves,
a symphony of sound
rustled through the trees.
Vapor breath,
made strange, ethereal shapes,
and we stood silent –
we’d made our escape.

Away from the city,
the lights and the trains.
Stood beneath trees,
watched the drizzling rain.
Drop on drop it fell,
a tympani to hear,

Silent
as
my
tears,

remembering the years.

Copyright, Suzy Davies, 01/09/2017. All Rights Reserved. No Copying.

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