as the wind shift the season of gleam,
Fire laid her hands before the tree
Soften the thuds, breaking Summer's fall free.

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Crisp carpet laid before the stream
as the wind shift the season of gleam, Fire laid her hands before the tree Soften the thuds, breaking Summer's fall free. ![]() In a listA contest entry
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