The Things
The sky turns from golden into purple
The leaves are falling down slowly
The light is followed by the darkness
The night sneaks up on your sleeves
The people are seduced by the light
The trees are losing their pride
The music is turned down too low
The eyes are closed earlier tonight
The thoughts remind of the Summer
The coats are changed into wool
The walks are minimized with thought
The things are getting beautiful
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P. Heemstra
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