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Saga of Autumn
Old and worn out
yet brighter than ever;
the golden time of year
has arrived oh dear.
Families of shadow
shedding there bearings;
elegantly they fall
wishpering last words of departure.
As the calm breeze tickles
their sprinkled laughter prickles;
formal in their crispy brown
they glide together embraced.
earth cozy under blankets
waters shimmering in their yellow;
smell of aging nature
swirls around with moisture.
skin and bones they stand
yet glamorous in their posture;
the solid tears of sky
on it's way to meet them.
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