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Feeling about the change in season |
| Autumn and summer. What a pair they are. The struggle that's evident, but no one utters about it. Autumn, with her cold fingers-rips across summer's chest with her cold fingers for his farewell. Summer, unyielding, refuse her dominance. With sweat upon him, he holds on until the end. With her cold and powerful yet sweet embrace, she kisses him farewell; yet until the next struggle-one powerful more than her. |