The leaves of Autumn turn to gold
in the light of the setting sun
Bathed in the glow of her final embers
in a sky of softest blue
In this light they shine and shimmer
golds of every hue . . .
Bathed in the glow of her final embers
in a sky of softest blue
In this light they shine and shimmer
golds of every hue . . .
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