The sun,
lines of magnificent lights,
rise from the horizon,
break the silent dawn.
Leaves fall,
slow but calm,
on the solemn path,
of a lonely traveler.
September breeze,
blowing a tinge of remorse,
a momentary sadness,
in the right chamber of his heart.
He traced,
nothing more than a piece of indistinct memory
he observed,
nothing more than a scene of hazy vision.
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