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Chasing sunlight
Ever too soon the sunlight goes,
While up in the sky Virgo shows,
Harsh false light will be all we'll know,
As the march of autumn shan't slow,
Tiring so as to relax,
A perfect picture soon shows cracks,
So few sand grains till blue turns black,
Then an age till the sky's won black,
As the year becomes short of days,
Evenings are lit by a brief haze,
There's but so few days that aren't grey,
We're to enjoy those that we may,
Lush grass and sunshine as a muse,
It's something that's so sad to lose,
For from such beauty one takes cue,
Once gone you know its true value.
poem
by
Christian Lacdael
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