I awoke today,
with goosebumps on my arms
Hands of clock that sped,
the back of the Sun
that I now could hardly see
I looked with trepidation,
dreading as nature decluttered
shedding her green wardrobe
while we piled on layers
I ache for you to stay,
my outstretched arms to grab
the fleeting sight of you
My last summer's day
do you have to go away?
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