Autumn Dance
Black and white days with overcast waves, gently fade away the summer daze.
The leaves, they break up with the trees and fall helplessly for the dew kissed ground.
A spectrum of green and brown that bring with them a warm sound.
The city goes to bed with books left by the fireplace.
Not a page unread and with steady hands,
We romance into an Autumn dance.
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