in rays of golden light
to fall upon your back
and rest with all its might
to leave behind a whisper
or a shout
and all around the warm air is flowing
the smell of the season coming to and end
where life is always growing,
up
and September pushes on again
in times like this
it is hard to imagine
where cold can come from.
as ice is melting all around
and the mosquitoes burn through the air
the flowers burst through the ground
and we walk about, as without a care
on a day so warm and reminiscent
of time not so long a go
it is so easy to forget
that soon, it shall be cold
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