The Last of the Warm DaysSave one last dance upon thy breeze,
For I, a leaf, doth fall for you.
O whipping wind! with gentle ease,
Twirl me softly, spin me true.
Glow strong! Glow bright, O setting sun!
Your dying rays a shadow cast
And I, a broken, little leaf,
Shall chill and fade to ground at last.
Sky so dark and night so fine,
The frost hath settled in my soul.
I'll keep this secret forever mine,
The last warm day I briefly stole. The Last of the Warm Days by *PumpkinSpice2891
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