________________________________________ The clouds, in fury, gather and the wind begins to blow the summer from the land, but summer doesn’t want to go. An angry shout of thunder follows each new flash of pain. The weary earth is set upon by multitudes of rain. The knights of autumn fall on the retreating summer sun, and mists above the mourning tell the world that Fall has won. |
10/03/2009
Summer's End
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