Views from under a tree
Split by foliage
Vibrant and irregular
Each leaf marks the end of a tale
They fall depressed and serene
Fall down in shades of red
Hues of orange contrast and blend
Don't go just yet
I haven't mended my regrets
Brown and yellow complete the scheme
Of their bodies
Secrets are hidden inside,
Boiling and seething,
Wanting to be
Serenity flows on the outside,
Hiding and running
Wanting to be caught deceiving me
Don't go just yet
I haven't mended my regrets
I will get my revenge

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