Summer left without a sound, like a sheet of paper slid under a door; its farewell note penned by a cool breeze before sweeping away into the full moon night. Clouds slide slowly across an autumn sky as if they were curtains waiting to reveal the new season. With each footfall my spirits rise as the temperature falls. The soundtrack of new beginnings and old friends rings in my ears even after silence falls. My mood rides on the breeze that flows through my window and haphazardly tosses and turns me to sleep. There is a new day ahead but the path will be a battlefield of dreamscapes and lost hopes. It is still possible that the autumn can help heal the wounds from my fall.
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