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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