Today Comes September,
Which
He Wakes Up Happily.
Extend His Days,
Of Soft Sun,
Of Warm Breeze,
Crisply Colored
Of Enveloping Sighs,
Of Birds

Of The Last Smells
Of The Already Decadent
Summer

And I.
That I Love
Languor
Of This Month That Smells
To Almost Autumna Dream

Wrap Me In Your Sigh,
And Keep Me In Your Chest To
Go Up & Down,
With Every Beat Of Your Heart
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