A pleasant fresh chill fills the air
Evening sings, temperature drops
Season's preview, pull out winter socks
Dark at four thirty, tranquilized
Sun arrives at six forty five
Clocks schedule set back an hour
Quarter moon mesmerizes me
Fragrant mists flower
Bloom in autumn's last hurrah,
Sun salutations drive us, survive one
More rotation around our earth
One more round of death and birth
One more round of death and birth
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