The icy wind is calling
Enticing the leaves to start falling
Thunderous clouds are threatening
Amplifying the mounting tension
The freezing river mirrors the situation
Of two reflections fading
The leaves lose their vibrancy
But still they move restlessly
Slowly decaying away unforeseen
To the melancholy beauty
Who can’t help but wonder
If this is the final scene
Find a compromise
It doesn’t dent one’s pride
Her attendance
Is an indication
The weather shows no sign of subsiding
The problems won’t go into hiding
There’s no justification in stalling
All excuses have been exhausted
Inaction is the cowardly way of explaining
The different paths we are set on taking
Stop watching her
Go talk to her
Silence only guarantees
There won’t be a next time
Her shadow moves swiftly
Beneath the trees sorrowfully swaying
The wind passing through
Produces a mournful wailing
Her emotions captured perfectly
In the seasons changing
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