And yet, even as the summer sprite loses her colours,
And damp and cold stalk the darkening hours…
The warmth and heat of the memory of him remain,
Gently vaporizing the wetness of mist and rain
Into elemental molecules that waft upwards into the ether
And retain traces of him no matter the weather…
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