Fruit

Falling flowers

Scatter on the grass

Trembling bowers

Autumn comes to pass

Spring remembered

Winter overdue

Soon dismembered

Nothing ever new

Summer lightened

Bright the fleeting days

Senses heightened

Separating ways

Oh my lover

Take a different route

Then discover

Blossom comes to fruit

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