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Autumn's End

Amber stone hung low in the sky;
Demeter's harvest moon.
A lone bird stirs in early dusk
'Mid pale and pearly blues.

Frost's fingers touch the cooling earth
As Ra descendsa western
Death. Night lingers long as winter's breath
Breathes hard upon our necks

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