FAREWELL AUTUMN I CAN FEEL THE LAST BREATHE OF AUTUMN AS IT TURNS INTO A CHILLY STORM I SEE THE LAST LEAVES FALL AND SOON COVERED IN SNOW IN THE VASTNESS OF THIS ABYSS INDEED, ONE COULD GET LOST BUT AS AUTUMN STARTS TO TURN IN TO WINTER THINGS WILL BE COVERED IN FROST POEM BY ARCA NUS