so strange
this change of season
modesty
subtlety
traded
this overbearing
low-cut nightmare
shows a bit of thigh
and shreds another
remembrance
the one where
dreams became
too costly
some of the trees
are barren
some still green
others glowing
sunflower yellow
before surrender
acquiesce to
shortened days
place trust in roots
running deep
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