Against the autumn reddish sun
That goes to rest untill next dawn
An instant drawn with master quill
In hues of warmth, forever still
On canvas woven on time's loom
In moonrays netteing 'n asters bloom
Long garb of green and golden shade
Rustling the leafs upon the glade
Unearthly halo around small frame
A shade and ligth so lovely game,
Sun in her hair shines golden ligth
Trough yellow leafs her step is ligth
Of mountain springs her laughter's song
In which all joy and play belong
With eyes that joke and laugh and dare
Of their pure beauty unaware
All playfull,no care in the world,
Full lips where smile's forever curled,
She bends and picks, dew sparks its hem,
A purple flower, green its stem.
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