Silver August
A silver Fall
A darkened stare
Ever hanging hues,streaming your hair
Preoccupied,through the secret page
Forget me now
Alone inside the leaves fall
I can't recall the summertime
Silver August,remember now
I think of you
A grey shade rubs off the sky
You're gloomy yet so beautiful
Brisk winds
Unwelcoming
To myself
Yet not other people
We take the time to sit and dream
When other seasons were believable
You're blooming up between the clouds
All depiction
Inconceivable
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