The colorful leaves fall
As the next seasons call.
The flowers, full of grace
Soon die in their place.
The seasons change
And it starts to seem strange.
The memories they hold
Soon turn cold.
The winds blow,
Making it faster to let go
Of the past
As healing finds its way last
As time goes on,
Accepting that it is gone
Is the hardest part of moving on.
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