By Ayushi Singh
Autumn arrives with twin surprise unfold,
Despair and hope their mystic dance untold.
The hope for brighter flight doth now ignite,
Borne on the golden light's glorious might.
The cold despair that lurks in gentle breeze
Now drifts like autumn dreams through barren
trees.
Behold the maple's golden crown descends,
As nature shows how all things sweetly end.
Yet as a brighter future beckons near,
The painful past at last shall disappear.
By Ayushi Singh
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