After summer's barefoot, wet
grass, soft air, gentle breeze
I am enclosed by Autumn.
Hiding in cocoon. denying
the shortening days, the early
dusk. I wait. This year will
be different. The shortened days
like shortened lives will not affect
me. I look to lengthening. I look
to the coming of the light. I will
wait the coming of the light.
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