In the North the fall comes with a few days of warning, and the winds bear with them a message of colder times. The tanned legs of the blonde girls are still uncovered in heals not suited for cobblestone or icy winters.
The pre-fall has an air of promises of dark nights in the arms of the one you love. Still that summer love will leave you , in the last rays of summer sun.
She will tell you that she has matters elsewhere and she will 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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