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The Spirits of Autumn
The leaves are woven
into a colorful tapestry
by the spirits of autumn.
Sundown brings cold air, frost,
and memories of campfires
from when I was young.
Geese call from dark skies
and tell me of their loneliness.
I tell them I have friends,
near by... and far away.
But the geese ignore me
and keep on calling
And their cries follow them
into the night.
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