That was the spring of life
Colorful blossoms bloomed
Hearts swooned
Now autumn's
pale falling leaf
with curls and crease
waiting to be lifted by the wind
another shore to find
propitiously inclined
Time to reflect on
actions circumspect
apologies for neglect
meeting the Architect
with a mature smile
clear the waters defiled
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