forgottenmeadows

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Summer’s End

It came

quietly

like  a gentle breeze

in the crimson sky

that touched the leaves

with a drop of red

like sweet whispers

walking on cool sand

of memories built

in little tokens

as we watch the green fade

and the petals fall

on the meadows forgotten

paying tribute,

to summer’s end.

 

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