Autumn

Summertime, bold and beautiful, slinks silently behind the cooler skies of Fall.

The wisp of the wind, the falling leaves, gives purpose to it’s Seasonal Bliss.

Come hither god of relief, sprinkle me with thy gentle hand,

Cool my burning flesh, and anoint my senses with thy comfort.

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