Written, November 3, 2025 For The Contest, “Personally Speaking” Sponsor, Nette Onclaud
I crept right in, post Summer's stay You see, it's always been that way Tween life and death, I fill the crypt As summer's luscious green is gripped By ashen fields and dying leaves That fall from shrubs and stately trees To gift my days with brilliant glow- Before I rest neath Winter snow
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