síoraí

gold air as autumn comes

warmth fades to grey

water falls wipes the green

blooms tangerine bouquet

will there be a winter

will younger seasons pass

will we live years of color

and secrets in the grass

I can hear the leaves

and travel in your eyes

softly drifting always

resplendent song

that never dies

 

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