Pale white shrouding golden glow
Hovering over water, slow
Morning waking, slumber stays
Green peers slowly from the haze
Whimsy holds, removed I see
A world at distance, wistfully
Wished that it was me out there
Fancy free without a care
Yet from a window all I see
Is brick and concrete facing me
The golden glow still on these walls
But it’s from the hills that Autumn calls
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