Autumn. Already I feel it coming
in the August winds,
in the September rains
torrential and crying
and a shiver crossed the earth
that now, naked and sad,
welcomes a lost sun.
Now that it passes and declines,
in this autumn that gravely walks
with nameless sluggishness,
the best time of our lives
that slowly bids farewell.
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