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A Triolet, my first try. |
| As I bid farewell to the yellow sun I let the beach’s sand slips through my hand With me, memories of the summer’s fun As I bid farewell to the yellow sun Glimpse on the horizon, trees turn to brown The leaves fall and rest on the solemn land As I bid farewell to the yellow sun I let the beach’s sand slips through my hand |