October
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There's change in the air
Crisp to the touch
Dry to the skin
Something is there: a weight
Like a love not declared
Like a letter not dispatched
Some change is happening
In hushed tones
In unstressed syllables
Leaves are set to fall
Without regret or grievance
What is happening?
Eyes see goodbyes
Heart sees new beginnings.
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