Indian summer
Falling onto the edge of fall
But summer is still hanging on
Ready to shine some amber rays down
Shake it loose
(I shook so hard I almost shook you)
Are you just a phrase?
A hoax
A metaphor to carry on with
The inevitable
Grass yellow like hay
Caught in between
Somewhere warm and
Somewhere changing to golden autumn
Is there another way
Teach me another way
There is another way to pray
Indian summer
Shed your rays
Gently gently
Gently
There is another way
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