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In Seasons To Come, Fall
Azure crystalline, fragile and rare are the skies far above the wind is sharp clear. I see in their touch of sunlight white, still pure cold to the reach, fleeting warmth. Flying at the thought, skeletal branches stretch, clutching Gold, Crimson, Amber dance. Against a coming sliver world. As leaves spin turn and burn in the last of a hard summer sun. Wind chills the hands, the sun warms gently the face, sapphire crystalline and fragile is the rare sky, high. As I stand and watch leaves fall spin as they swell in Golden Amber, Crimson Jaded hues; a dusky green from far away time. Like embers in a dying fire, hues of complex and sublime design. Leaves fall to slumber as the blur of winter is coming, frost arises l, cold rare fragile as a crystalline pure sky, far above…. I stand and watch as a shadows descends, the light blares out at last leaving only the cooling hue of autumn: the coming of Fall.
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