acquiesce the sun
beats moist air,
cloth of shadow
bare between the rows.
The elm leaves leaves
the last pride.
Fall, home,
is already on the hills,
fields
fade colors,
the wind tears at the light.
In search of Persephone
Demeter suffers
distraught fell
between men and land
has the flavor of silence.
you by my side
becoming look
in the distant horizon.
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