My Darling
Hello my darling,
Of her summer day's end
Will you dance to the colorless leaves
Or sing the melody of the late crickets?
Are your rolling tears of dew
whispering to frost
You used to be kiss you by the rain
but now is toughed with snow
Slowly peparing your being
for the winter storm below.
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