Salutations to the summer sweet,
to August coming to its end,
what with autumn so love lorn,
leaves to fall like passion shorn.
Yet 'fore they drop that green gules
in the forest soon to gloom,
walk along the wayside brook
you'll see the colors all in decay.
Crimson canopy, sunset of summer,
what was green to scarlet mesh;
and although destined for death,
isn't its fall beauteous?
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Noveyre (
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Comments1
I quite liked this, it was somehow, refreshing to read. And i thank you for that.
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