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When the air is crisp,

with a chilly breeze,

fall puts a spell on me.

The leaves fall in a wisp,

as an artist weaves-

a portrait of the fiery sea.

Though, it’s not February,

love seeps through the air.

In most stories, there’s only two sides.

Though, that is not the case here.

Four sisters, rule the land side by side.

The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.

As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,

When the Summer dies,

Fall begins to descend,

onto the beloved land.

With no words, and no ties-

Winter sinks its teeth into the sand.

Leaving nothing to mend.

Deep into the cruel season,

If only the stars could guide me,

far away from this terrible sea.

I’m sitting here, silently pleading,

all for you to notice what I’ve been saying.

I don’t ask for the sun, the moon, and stars,