Summer’s warmth begins to end
Bringing autumn’s golden hue
Gentle shade and breeze anew
Ember leaves softly descend
Sweet hands concoct our frown’s bend
Smiles that feasts and scarves renew
With rich harvests to pursue
Possibly transcend
Yet beauty blinds us to fact
In allure and glow death hides
Aesthetics seem to retract
From farewells to silken tides
With a mask of gold, distract
From a grim smile that derides.
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