The Red Fall

Buried lied she

in a foliage of scarlet and gold

As silent as the folks

within the deep blue sea. 

But I sometimes did hear

her beckoning me

From the dense woods behind

Just like a faded memory

haunting my pensive mind. 

As I crossed the lonely dark aisles

between the iron walls, 

a long forgotten story

of her everlasting glory

and her enchanting beauty

I did recall.      

In the dry spell of autumn 

And in the ravishing red fall.      

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