In amber hues of autumn's embrace,
A woman dances with gentle grace.
As leaves cascade in a whispered sigh,
She mirrors nature's melancholy cry.

Her eyes, like fiery embers, aglow,
Reflect the beauty that time bestows.
In every step, a tale is told,
Of love, of longing, and secrets untold.

Her hair, a tapestry of russet and gold,
Flutters in the wind, untamed and bold.
She's like the season, in her transition,
Embracing change with quiet intuition.

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