The sun goes down and the fog comes out
The leaves begin to turn colors
There is a swirling of green, red and gold
Shorts are abandoned and sweaters are cuddled
And everyone wants someone to hold
There are new beginnings but new ends
And everything seems like it will last
Sitting by the warm fire with new desires
This is the time,
Of the darkness and of the cold.
-Heather <3
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