POETRY: Attempt 2

It is the fall of my life

After toiling in the humid heat

Under the summer sun

The leaves wither and fall

It is not a sad thing

To lose the decay

The browns, the reds, the oranges

Fall from above

Like sunset on the pavement sea

I sleep through the winter-white blanket

Of a fairy wonderland

I am a glacier

Immovable in my value

Content

I dream of spring

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