Written on September 3, 2024
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September crashes through the seas, Summer’s depths, carrying my dreams Taking my regrets, with the breeze, Breathing light across the tide’s streams. October paints it’s fierce display, Rusty leaves in stunning outbursts, Trembling hues seem to gently pray. Dancing with autumn’s tranquil firsts. November calms with its grey brush, Washing dawn with overcast blues, Tempting us to see autumn’s flush, Caressing the waves who enthuse. This is the struggle with autumn, Where souls sometimes hit rock bottom.
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