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Season’s Fall

The days grow short, I walk alone
  On wooded trails that twist
Beneath the browning of the leaves
  That summer’s sun once kissed.
From shadows cast in moonlit skies
  Nocturnal creatures crawl,
Aware the season’s at its end, 
  Preparing for the fall.
Nostalgic evenings fade to night
  And summer winds are chilled,
Abandoning the atmosphere 
  To dreams left unfulfilled.

Published inPoetry

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