Summer to fall,
No other transition
Is quite so compelling,
So thrilling,
So enchanting,
The sunlight shines golden
In the late afternoon,
Illuminating the leaves of trees,
Some of which reveal gentle hues
Of red, orange, and yellow,
The sun spreads its warmth
Like an infant being swaddled in a blanket,
And it causes one to doze off,
Daydreaming of yesteryears,
What about those years?
Ones of youth,
Ones of...
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