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A Season Passes

Winter came
As night stood still
Bringing with it
A bitter chill

Limbs stripped naked
Of summers soft green
By autumn winds
Strong and mean

In pale meadow grasses
Life does creep
Preparing for
A winter’s sleep.

Solstice moon rises
In a dark starry sky
As the final autumn day
Blows silently by
Written by Falsepoet
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