Autumn Leaves

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Poetry is a state of mind

Loves me, loves me not

my broken heart cries within

silent regrets undoing time

our past in a dream sublime.

Forget-Me-Nots in my tonic and gin

its magical elixir clings to my lips.

embraced emotions weep in my eyes  

love, intoxicating, grows with each sip

only sweet hellos and no goodbyes