Speeding life on the highway of time discovers...
Suddenly losing its severity shines the morning mild Sun!
In gentle breeze, dusty leaves of roadside plants shiver...
I was left to guess, what would be there at the misty horizon!
Did I see an aged man by the road covered in pullover?
Abrupt goose bumps confirm, it's time for winter to take over.
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