frosty stars are out
pink moon wanders into night
with its fragrancies
summer's chasing fall
in its ripe, lonely old age
they'll dance at the ball
both dressed up in hues
blending the old with the new
wind whistles weather
mars watches redly
far from a pink robin's tune
purple skies fade soon
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