So, it’s another autumn. How I used to love the golden crown-topped trees. I miss those autumn days, before the war. I am not sure I like the changing seasons now. Maybe I never did, I don’t know. Maybe it was my years in the desert of the Middle East, where nothing changed except the temperature. And in the Middle East I learnt a lesson I should not have forgotten, and no number of bright autumn trees can ever change it; that the world will always be at war, so we should stop wishing for peace, or even planning for it. We need to embrace war, and fight for good against evil, and only then can we win, so that next year’s autumn will look brighter, and better. Until the next one. War, I mean.
we sit by the fire
leaves whisper, pop and whistle
she smiles
and I don't know why
but that makes me smile, too
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Very well written, Ain.