This time of year reminds you of the blessing of solemness,
my shivering bones rattle and shatter the apathy,
Its this annual pondering that bring my thoughts to autumn,
On days spent watching the burnt leaves fall to the soil,
Waiting for your voice to acknowledge the celebration of when my soul became tangible,
But just as the birds plucked the seeds from the sunflowers,
That towered above my golden hair,
My day dreams flew inside their beaks, Soon to dissipate.
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