Half Past Summer, Two Months Till Fall
Strands of silver clouds slowly drift away,
graze the ash of mid-summer smoky sky.
Two months on cold wind will blow in blue bay,
from the tawny trees golden leaves will fly,
as fall arrives spraying dew on the way.
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