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September Days

September sadness, sweet and sour, A dagger piercing heart and soul. Nostalgic flood tides rush to shore, With tender memories of old. Cicada swan songs wax and wane In melancholy symphony. Secluded crickets strum their harps In monotonic harmony. A carefree summer sounds retreat Before the mellow, golden haze. Autumn sadness fills our lives With bitter sweet September days.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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