metrics in fall.With crimson leaves... how kindly Fall bereaves, allowing trees, with heads unbowed. A final valiant stand, with colors showing, that clearly tell the world "I shall return."metrics in fall.
Though lacking stature, the countless rows in burnished gold and standing no less proud, with halos borrowed from the setting sun, reflecting joy, are groping hearts discern.
And evening... does not bring end to day? It robs us of our strength, of those sun-filled hours. Do we desire more time for work and play? And is all of this lost... the time that sleep devours?
No, nightly
fiend.
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