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There is something sublime In the slant of the sun When summer bids adieu, Handing the year to fall, Sliding quietly by, Giving autumn its due.
Something in September’s Air - cooler, more dry – Stirs forgotten feelings. We glance back, then forward, Sigh, and take a deep breath, As old wounds are healing.
Shadows are different. The familiar seems new. Reflections carry light Into places once dark. Our eyes open again As our hearts gain insight.
The path of the great Sol Tracks a bit lower arch, Its radiance glancing Through clouds and ragged air, Making brilliant the dim With lightbeams dancing.
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