AUTUMN OF MEMORIES
Summer heat passed and gave way to a cool breeze
The love professed create ripples that isolates mews
And water reverberates the moods of the island, too
My mind refreshes the memories of autumn that brew!
It's real and it's true and I like to forget anew tomorrow
This love that confused, that's not in the horizon of blue
The memories are sweet, but now the autumn renews,
I will always remember you in my dreams and billows!
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail
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