Autumn


The sun is shining, the foliage is blooming, everything lighted, My eyes are delighted, Autumn colors looming at their peak, with a cold nipping in the air, ripping at my skin, and the cold freshening the air with much awaited delight. I don't feel old with senses delighted, my defenses lowered, feeling a bit foolish with senses intoxicated, my weighted soul lifted.

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Inspired by a cold early Autumn Morning