In the North the fall comes with a few days of warning, and the winds bear with them a message of colder times.
A change for something suited for cobblestone and icy winters comes along.
The fall has an air of promises of dark nights in the arms of comfort and loving words.
Still that summer will leave you, in the last rays of the sun.
They will tell you that they have matters elsewhere and walk out of your life.
You will be left sitting in a Cafe staring into rain and falling leaves.
Your dreams and hopes just fell into the fall, and your tears are just like the rain on the window.
The fall is complete.
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