Under no sign my heart stood there now still
It is the season when dark to day's here
And sends its breath to flowers everywhere
So tinctures bleach and petals become frill
Of the night - to each day it must instill
More dark with the shadows surrounding near
And the premier desire away will steer
From the blossoms of pinks and daffodil
The radiance moments are now laid to rest
Into stillness of the added hours dark
Endeavor of bitter to rise in its line
Affairs we had into winter textile dressed
Love songs to memories instances hark
Till there is again summer in its sunshine
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