How blue and lovely the sky is
on this day I won’t forget
like rose petals I will cherish
desires, wishes I shall regret.
Hearing the waves beneath the sun
and winds whispering their promises
that this will last forever, always run,
like a sunny day in August, flawless.
Shadows, though, always come
to remind us of our imminent end
covering lands and light alike
feeling hopeless, with no friend.
How happy this September day looks!
But the shadows start to creep
and the smell of wisdom and old books
can’t hide the November chill that lurks.
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