The twist of Summer air
meeting Autumn mid-month.
Drink some coffee,
watch the leaves turn dead.
Slow air is a torture,
at Persephone's depart.
Like love abandoned,
but necessary.
Hold emotions at
arms length.
The only music to hear
has drifted away.
The wind chimes have
all decayed.
The twist of Summer air,
an exhale of life.
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