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And autumn, tired but gentle,
rests its head
on winter’s quiet shoulder.
The first snow listens
to the last rustle of leaves,
as if translating a fading language
for those who still believe
in beautiful goodbyes.
The forest holds its breath,
two seasons in one heartbeat,
neither willing
to let the other go first.
