Autumn

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Of all the seasons that have passed
My love for autumn's gifts will last.
The leaves dance around in the air
As they float to the earth and settle there.
Autumn's aura, a blend of daybreak and sunset.
Nostalgia softens to the reverse of regret.
Light of the longing turns dusk of the content.
No longer weeping for the times that have went.

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