fall races in
with one fell swoop,
cool winds are welcome
but the bite always lingers
time maybe...
time changes the seasons,
no winter or summer
will last forever
with faith always a reoccurring
theme
my marrow seems thin
but the flesh does not fail
when its all said and done
its all about
the artistry anyway.
...is it not
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