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Flowers blossom in spring
but leaves flower in autumn
painting gold and saffron
brown- red and pink too.
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Then comes the whistling gush
bursting with chill and vigor
How heavenly colours
dance their way down.
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And dyes the ground
to find the lover’s spectacle
and the painter’s inspiration
for it’s a musing muse.
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Those last shades-clinging
swaying weakly and ready to fall
Yet so beautiful and patient
waits for the passing wind.
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They sail down in joy
but to wither and rot
Winter’s coming
and summer’s not faraway! |
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