Once vividly green
Now brilliant and varied be
Softly down they fall.
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Soft auburn of tress
Deeply soulful brown of eye
Such beauty is She.
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Shinny black, it sits
Current pulsing beneath it
Yet, burn it does not.
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Cool but not yet cold
Air crisp but not yet freezing
Gone is Sol’s season.
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Hard, soft, mellow, harsh
However it fills the air
Music stirs the soul.
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Shimmering softly
Raging quietly along
The river calms me.
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Sensuous yet not
Caressed into being
My beautiful lamp.