Waiting for Fall...

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"The summer days are fading, as they must

From endless hours to short and fleeting light

The bird's once bright, immortal tune, now cries

A melancholy aura to the dusk. (...)

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For there isn't time, there's only enough space

The sun seems low, a hazy orange sphere

Now reminiscing sweetly of the days

When endlessly before you summer lay

And as in the deep, crimson dusk you stir.

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Your soul joins with the birds in wistful brood

Crying for lost summer days (...)."

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Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck - The End of Summer

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