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| Poem: Bathed in hues |
Bathed in hues
of russet and maroon
the season's croon
echoed, inside of me,
an #autumnal tune
But swiftly
the narrowing day speed by
Pale and paler
sunbeams waned in the sky
Yet deaf were my ears
to the wind's laments,
Mournful it cried
"Autumn!
Winter is behind"
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