love the serene light of those afternoons
fall in the soft breeze caresses the skin
while a quieter sun and off,
tired from the heat and the heat
last summer, we can still feel the warmth
warm illuminating the air with its brightness
and caressing our skin while the cool wind
vibrates
grass and tree fall
first leaves the ground at our feet like a lament. VK
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