I like the fall,
It comes at home
With wonderful delusions.
Sunshine approach
Like little torch
Through cloudiness. Seclusion.
I feel alone,
And every bone
Cries for a touch of sunshine.
I'll be getting off my chest
All the things in a rest
Till flowers will entwine me.
The fall
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