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Golden leaves descend, a whispered sigh,
As summer’s warmth retreats, and days grow shy.
The air turns crisp, a symphony of change,
And memories of sun-kissed hours rearrange.
In orchards ripe, the apples blush and fall,
Their sweetness captured in each golden thrall.
The sun, now gentle, paints the sky with grace,
A canvas of amber hues in wide embrace.
The nights draw close, a quilt of stars unfurled,
And crickets serenade the cooling world.
Septembre, you’re a bridge between two realms,
Where whispers of autumn weave their magic spells.
So let us linger here, in twilight’s glow,
Embracing fading warmth, as shadows grow.
For in this fleeting dance, we find our way,
Septembre, lead us gently into the fray