An Autumn Fantasy
There exists a devotion far beyond my courage,
And a world that bends to an eternal will.
It is exceeded, yet ever clenched to my dreams,
A universe of absolution — an empire of certainty.
A tree is always near, and a song is never distant.
A road of gold and red horizons stretching across a wishful oblivion—
A solemn and comfort of fortune's sudden breeze,
And a kiss of an unseen hand guided by a sought journey.
What exists now if not a tempted mind?
A strive for solitude's company,
And a hunger for embraced immortality—
A soul is never begotten—
A word is always absent of resent and malice.
And my dream is now my Autumn Fantasy.
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