
The leaves have left,
The pageant is over.
The distant sun shines no more
But glows, amber like wine.
The air’s chill is ever-present,
It walks beside and all through.
Autumn has fallen,
And winter, victorious,
Tiptoes in on soft white specks.
The pageant is over.
The distant sun shines no more
But glows, amber like wine.
The air’s chill is ever-present,
It walks beside and all through.
Autumn has fallen,
And winter, victorious,
Tiptoes in on soft white specks.

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