AUTUMNAL BLUES
Amidst fields of sparse boughs,
Sat she,bedecked in satin robe,
Mourning the death of her son--
A grandee of grandiose acumen.
Lo!her mind brawls all of dismay,
For nostalgic notions in her soar,
Stirring her being in vile tandem.
Her aura is now a vocalist of dirges.
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