Whispers in the Golden Haze

_{(Effect by DeepArtEffects)}

In autumn's arms, the park surrenders slow,
A symphony of gold, a crimson glow.
The trees, once verdant, now in whispers sigh,
A million leaves like butterflies take flight.

　On sun-warmed paving, shadows dance and play,
　A silent waltz as afternoon holds sway.
　The breeze, a whisper through the leaves it weaves,
　Carrying memories on autumn's golden leaves.

　　Bare branches reach, like fingers to the sky,
　　A canvas painted blue, where clouds drift by.
　　Each rustle, crackle, whispers tales untold,
　　Of childhood laughter, stories brave and bold.

Acorns fall, like treasures lost and found,
Echoes of footsteps on the hallowed ground.
The scent of leaves, a bonfire's smoky sigh,
A bittersweet farewell, beneath the autumn sky.

　So let us linger, in this golden haze,
　Where memories bloom, in nature's fading days.
　For autumn's heart, a bittersweet embrace,
　Holds beauty's echo, in time and space.

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