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September’s Reverie - (DHR)
I recall it clearly. It was at August’s end, and I was at the end of sweet sixteen. Something would transpire soon that would transcend the beauty of my summering and a world of green. A dark-eyed stranger casually stepped into the scene. Summer’s heat still lingered in the air when I noticed his snatched glimpses aimed at me. Those glimpses soon turned into a stare in three days’ time when alone with him I’d be, gazing back into exquisitely expressive eyes of ebony. Like autumn leaves changing to warmer hues, I was changing too - falling . . . falling . . . never knowing decades later, he would be my muse even though I’d lost him – that young man so enthralling, Here I am; even now, his sweet soul I’m recalling. He was my Blue Aster, my Morning Glory; my early, alluring autumn romance; my best and my brightest love story - that boy that had me in a trance from my first glance when I knew without a doubt I had to take a chance. For a wondrous while, in his eye I was a gleam. But September ended. Oh, melancholy ache! To know that I was living but a dream and that to cold reality I would awake, yet September’s reverie I’ll not forsake.
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