Every sweet darkness comes and then goes
Turning the tides again here around
Softness and touches of summer now found.
Now as the wind to the freshly change blows
There are some questions inside each of those glows
Unanswered as the axis swivels on its hips.
Pleasing day delusions to its bluish sound
Sky with its notions in silently bound
Filling the days in with greenery rows.
Come and fulfil each momentary way
With fragrances in air and its delight
When wind of autumn dances with leaves.
And morning of twilight returns to days
Tip toeing daybreak in coming hours of bright
Has no time to give to winter weaves
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