Out of the broken summerThe lone red leaf is a crushed memory
Dying while the wind and rain
Mourn the death babble of the summer.
The rain drums play a dead march daylong
And nightlong the wind cries in a treetop
The heart's regret of parting
And the ruin of the roses.
Love,
Flamingo7774 
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