That strange week when nature pauses;
The world falls silent.
Like the tide visits and leaves the shore.
Poignant reminder of time passing.
A dawning sense;
A memory remembered.
That strange week when nature pauses;
Foretelling the end of summer.
A melancholy stillness;
Empty of movement and sound.
Everything is waiting;
For Autumn to begin.
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