crisp

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I see that day now,it’s gold-sunlight kissedwith apple crisp air on my lips.Tart laughter stained our cheeks,and our eyes glittered,feasting, on the velveteensincerity of each other.
A melody played on the wind Tangles itself amongst the smoke Air crisp with cedar pine Still cold while the sun has broke   A gentle lull of a new day Rousing all from slumbers full  
Rich caramel leaves Once green and full of life Lie anxiously, waiting For pressure to end their strife   Controlled by wind Frail and frightened As the days grow shorter
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