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I remember the days when the water was warm,
Our skin tanned from afternoons in the sun.
The wildflowers bloomed bright and proud,
Proud like I was of you,
You and I were like the summer.
We shone bright like the sun at midday
And bloomed like the wildflowers,
Wild and free,
Floating among others like a million stars in the night sky.
As summer always does,
The seasons rapidly turned and autumn was upon us.
The sun began to peek out timidly
For only hours at a time.
The wildflowers soon wilted,
The colors, once dazzling, had diminished,
And so did our love.
The leaves turned slowly, crimson-hued,
Finally swirling and swishing toward the ground
In a plummeting downward spiral.
They say autumn is beautiful, but I don't think so.
Not one bit.