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Twilight is satiated

with the stillness of the fall.

The crimson of leaves

frolics on the pond.

Energy and a breeze,

spring and trees,

you and me

need each other.

A catchy tune

sticks around.

Not now. Not really.

I’m pleased with it.

The Deity and a hermit,

the world and its poet,

you and me

need each other.

I can’t finish a letter

because of the tune.

Nothing but to seal

and send it to you.

Fantasy and art,

rhythm and my heart,

you and me

need each other.