Autumn shrouds.

It was a spring with clear skies; Hues all around.

The sun was warm; Happiness bound.

It was mystic, it was magic; The heart would pound.

The glow was automatic; No reasons announced.

But season changed; The unpleasant skies down.

Leaves changed color; Yellow came unannounced.

The eyes lingered; Solace unfound.

But now I am settled for the best; Hopes on the ground.

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