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Kyrielle Sonnet (8 syllables)
Autumn Leaves
Autumn leaves remind me of death.
The ebb and flow of mortal life.
My mind should dwell on something kind.
Sadly, I now reflect on strife.
Yes, each day is a reflection,
Of mortality’s cutting knife.
These daily thoughts so hard to shun,
Sadly, I now reflect on strife.
Leave me now, you thoughts of mourning.
Untimely ghosts of afterlife.
This is a beautiful morning!
Sadly, I now reflect on strife.
Autumn leaves remind me of death.
Sadly, I now reflect on strife.
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