I succumbed to a summer cold...
Was I mourning the loss of a season?
Even though the flowers still bloom
and leaves hang green,
rustling in the cooler breeze?
Yes, the air is different.
Change.
What does it demand of me?
How about: let go of lethargy?
Get down to business, Nan,
Take hold of life,
Forget the dreamy days of summer.
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