
Wings drift through cool light,
amber leaves stir as they pass—
one final flutter,
petals close in quiet hush,
autumn holds the fading dance.
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Wings drift through cool light,
amber leaves stir as they pass—
one final flutter,
petals close in quiet hush,
autumn holds the fading dance.