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By: MeeSoh BossardWhen spring evolves into a blur of leaves
And through the trees all winds blow two and fro
I too, shall be here falling silently
Twirling, spinning, swirling: letting love go
As clouds of black and blue and stormy gray
Envelop skies of calm and joy and mirth
I fear that I shall have to go my way
To find a place for love and its new birth
All things will change into a set of new
New life, new chance, new breath, new hope, new light
Sometimes leaving is what we have to do
But scared we hold onto what isn’t right
For Autumn ends to bring us a new spring
The only time and place to grow new wings
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