It will soon come to an end...
The breeze of the carefree days,
a full-on break at every solid object...
The sparrows chirp merrily,
to the shifts of gold and silver each day...
the last of the leaves dropped...
branches droop, tapping the shiny ice at bay...
As chill sweeps inland,
the kites which fly sit in heated cosy cupboards...
the bustle spell drew on new crowds...
steps multiply voices...
shadows meet at intersections...
lights brighten...
the air fills with living breaths...
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