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autumn

still warm though

gray skys with slight rain

no depression today

but loneliness did linger

foreign films of art and love

played on from the night before

I know my soul is lost

I know my heart is alone

wandering dreams of journeys

let the musique play on

on into the dark of night

on into the sun rise of mourning

mourn for the forgotten dreams

of youthful playfulness

non-existent

I sit in a small room

the television is on

yet not watched

no one cares anymore

movement of thought and soul

is far beyond needed.