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September will leave me

with the aroma of this earth,

and the patch of grass

signals the equinox of life.

In a nostalgic note of melancholy

as the raven standing by 

lulling me a dirge

of last summer symphony.

Soon, forest fingers will be cold  as ice.

Sheathed in layers and layers

of the old northwest wind.

Like pirates of the high seas

going home to anchor their ships

to end its once imperial voyage.

September will leave me

as the spring blossoms cease

its immaculate sheen.

Amidst the falling

golden hairs of the arbor.

Until another coming

of summer solstice.

And the oceans will slowly

dampen its warm embrace.

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