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One Afternoon

The trees are burning oranges and reds

But there’s no smoke

As the crispness of the air

Has cooled my hot tears

I walked down the hill

Filled the reminiscence of summer

No one was there to chat

Alone,  I headed for home

With the clear blue skies following me

They reminded me of yr eyes

When you are glad

This didn’t cross my mind

Until I reached the door

Trying to unlock it

The key was stuck once more

However, you are not at home

To let me in

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  1. May this not lead to one afternoon too many and let not the beauty be tainted with a familiar sorrow that refuses to be shaken off.

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