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Grey clouds line the horizon.

A cool breeze crosses the land.



Touching with icy fingers

the vibrant colors of summer.



The life quickly looses hold

and falls silently to blanket the earth .



Even the chimes on my terrace

do not ring true.

The chime is a dull clank



The sun no longer rises high

in the distance

      to warm the landscape.



For he too is hiding

from the sharp bite

of the north wind.