fallgarden
the cold wind sings a mournful song--of skin kissed by wamth and light--jewels of morning dew--butterflies in aimless flight---honeysuckle from the shade--tulips kneeing before the rain--as silent sentinels offer golden leaves --ransom for a summer's day
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