September Rhapsody-SS
Cotton clouds brush the end-summer sky,
the meadow below wears crown of topaz dew.
Lining the cinnabar garden path the sepia trees
listen to the autumn’s footfall, striding slow.
Draped by the silver moondust in pellucid night
I instill the essence of September rhapsody.
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