Melting frost, Sunny
the vine curls towards the sun
Dew drops are falling
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Melting frost, Sunny
the vine curls towards the sun
Dew drops are falling
Unkempt grass and weeds
the gothic fence stays hidden
Ghosts of flowers sway
the moonlit garden
cupping a handful of stars
sitting on the lounge
Feet in the corner
My ghosts sit in the cold spot
Haunting my workday
A crisp, lush midday
your music mix makes me move
to find the coffee
Lost in morning fog
the headlights give me away
Fresh wind on my face
Watery windscreen
A deserted dark fall drive
Freedom at the wheel
As the season ends
I think about the kisses
you place upon me
watching the warm waves
a welling within, wet eyes
moonstruck by the waves

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A mixed-up season
grey rain, and then scorching heat
Yet I long for Fall