Upon soft floral whispers of farewell, dying,
Autumnal leaves, in adieu, go away flying,
Wind-fallen withering, in thudding golden fall,
Wild winds screeching, with uninvited squall.
Breeze-kissed arias, sung upon Autumn´s voice,
Bronze, copper, gold, old leaves spoilt for choice,
Trees, shod in ochre slippers & blood-red
gowns,
Dancing through Summer halls, of fields, hills
& towns.
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