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Whispers of Autumn
No more summer poems linger here,
Crickets' songs, once bright, now disappear.
As dusk settles in with a soft, heavy sigh,
The golden sun dips low, bidding goodbye.
Leaves rustle gently, a farewell dance,
In fading light, they hold their last chance.
The air, now crisp, whispers secrets untold,
As shadows embrace the world’s hues of gold.
Once vibrant laughter is hushed like the night,
Nature’s deep breath draws us closer to twilight.
With the crickets’ soft silence, the season gives way,
To the embrace of autumn, where twilight holds sway.
Whispers of Autumn
Leaves fall gently, a soft goodbye,
As summer's warmth begins to fade,
In winds that sigh and softly cry,
The ends of light, a twilight glade.
Golden hues in amber light,
Whirling dances on the ground,
Nature’s hush, a fleeting sight,
In the crisp, cool air profound.
No more summer's laughter bright,
Only whispers of the cold,
As shadows stretch to greet the night,
In every leaf, an ending told.
Whispers of the Forgotten
Empty beaches, soft and bare,
Whispers linger in the air.
Footprints fade with the tide's retreat,
Echoes of laughter, a summer's sweet.
Shells once cradled in sun's embrace,
Now lie silent, void of grace.
Warmth long gone, the sun hangs low,
As shadows stretch, and breezes blow.
Secrets held by the shifting sand,
Where dreams were formed by a careless hand.
No more verses of bright skies blue,
Just a quiet sigh, as the season bids adieu.
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