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| "Parc Ballons des Vosges in November" by my friend Stefano Zanini |
Where does my humble appreciation,
Of the farewell fanfare of Autumn come from?
My own growing maturity?
Knowing reflections on dying love?
Or is it that this yearly ritual,
Played out like a dog eared novel,
Brings comfort in knowing that life will spring again,
From the withered bows of the old oak trees?
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