My Darling


Hello my darling, 

Of her summer day's end

Will you dance to the colorless leaves

Or sing the melody of the late crickets?

Are your rolling tears of dew

whispering to frost

You used to be kiss you by the rain

but now is toughed with snow

Slowly peparing your being

for the winter storm below.

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