The autumn of the summer day
The earth has had its fill of the sun
Colors tend to spill
out of the of the dimensions of things
The yellow turns to a stale amber
In aneurysmatic waves
Come memories
Of auburn days in the country
Of medieval bazaars
Of enterprise ,of community.
The earth has had its fill of the sun
Colors tend to spill
out of the of the dimensions of things
The yellow turns to a stale amber
In aneurysmatic waves
Come memories
Of auburn days in the country
Of medieval bazaars
Of enterprise ,of community.
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