Fall creeping slowly
From my window in distance
Few pale yellow leaves
Autumn blaze absence
Off-kilter moral compass
In step with the times
Fall creeping slowly
From my window in distance
Few pale yellow leaves
Autumn blaze absence
Off-kilter moral compass
In step with the times
Spring touches a nerve
Memories call to my soul
I so want to fly
I long for new skies,
Music, color and fragrance,
To taste mystery.
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