Here came"my"days,
Lovely precious holidays,
Welcomed me with golden gates
As stars there uncountable ways,
To spend those blessed days,
But I neither waste nor be haste.
Hither"days of treasure"
Where lies around all my pleasure
And it's time for leisure.
Days of six for picnic,
It's awesome refresh technique.
I read and drench in books,
Then taste and learn my granny's cook.
Like singing birds from nest,
I play and fly from east to west.
Oh! my mom and dad,
Days to show my gratitude,
That I had.
Steps to enrich my attitude,
Me never fade.
Days of each:adventurous stories ,
Like magnet sticked sweet memories
Adieu! my lovely Days of autumn,
Come again; we'll be a team,my gem!

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