With Spring coming, I can’t wait for a new start.
Here is a poem from last year’s autumn.

The windy weather rushed us in,
Except for some daring smokers.
I want to write about the fountain outside.
And the waves that are forming on the water because of the breeze.
I both want to lament and celebrate the end of summer.
And I don’t manage.

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