Mad With Heart

Autumn is the season, built from my love
floating on feathers of a beautiful dove.
Mad with heart, love is the sky
no questions to answer, there is no why.
Feathers of love float from my mouth
there is no longer hate, no longer doubt.
Euphoric is autumn, crunching leaves by heart
there is no need to rake, I know my part.
The silent screams still crunch my soul
I now let you fly, you are free to go.
As the leaves blow, and my heart falls down
I know some fall, love will be found.

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