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A fire burns in the evening sky
Breaking like an egg in a pan
A sea of yellowish orange spreads
In accordance with divine plan.
Vibrant paint drips to the edge
Of ashen clouds drifting past
The sun is a messy painter
Every brush stroke massive and vast.
The clouds are like matches
Starting as fiery flame
Then fading to ashes
A burning passion, tamed.
The red, orange, yellow leaves
On the ground in this season
Reflect the colors of the sky, and
The sunlight that used to feed them.
A September sunset beaming
Down as a sailor's last call
A herald for the coming winter
A message, enjoy the fleeting fall.
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