The warmth of the sun fades away
As the days grow shorter
And the skies turn from blue to grey.
The breeze is cool
The air is crisp
And summers sweet embrace loses its grip.
A new season is making its call
Autumn is here
It’s the beginning of fall.
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The warmth of the sun fades away
As the days grow shorter
And the skies turn from blue to grey.
The breeze is cool
The air is crisp
And summers sweet embrace loses its grip.
A new season is making its call
Autumn is here
It’s the beginning of fall.
Beautiful poem.
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