Early Fall

When the withered flowers
Are the only few
And the last known colours
Disappear in dew
When the cold wind blows
Underneath your skin
And your conscious sinks
This is where it begins

There's a sudden change
In perception of time
Everything is a part
Of an old still life
And the long gone fears
Rising tensed like arrows
Everything's on hold
When the winter fallows



Credits
Writer(s): Strange Ways Of Attraction
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