Whirling wind howling at dawn
wandering restless for her to wake;
watch her beauty as she yawn
whispering to me who is she
Frowning rose the sun with its rage
freeing the land from mist
frail to red seeing her wince
forfeit shed its ray upon me with a gist
wind withering the leaves along
our path; Queried autumn ain't now,
wondering stood still earth all along
shifting day and night somehow
Tides rushing others in shore
murmuring to one another
who is she on the shore
drenched me for the answer
My poor elements, spelled
by her whence they met
smiling before them stood
I and told, I don't know yet
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