A gently waning Sun beams soft and therapeutic rays
Into the coolness of my Autumn days,
The wind, crisp-cold, to stimulate, not mortify the flesh
Breathes life and love into my soul afresh.
And I fly higher still with every breath.
September Song is gentle as my Mistress’s caress,
Its melody unwinds my loneliness,
The wind provides catalysis, reagent is the Sun,
The synthesis of both results in one.
A new and stronger will to live is come.
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