Oh long were the days of heat,
deep were the sufferings,
not as deep as the longing
that bore into my soul 
for the days that are here,
belonging to my hearts delight.
Fall.  
Casting away in colors
to beautiful to concieve,
and to just barely appriciate,
as born beauty once now
to pass by in decay 
of once was.

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