That was a bright and cool day in autumn
When the sky was clear and the air is dry
Cracked my skin but not my heart
Tramping on hills, gazing on southern seas
Facing against the wind as it brought dust
Onto my face, into my heart and memories
That was a wet and windy day in autumn
When the air was cold and the rain fell heavily
Walking on wet paths, struggling against the wind
As I endured to watch your covered beauty
Deep behind the shroud of mist
Never did I regret though I only saw a little
That was a cloudy day in the end of autumn
When drizzle fell often upon a city
Surrounded by lake, hills and flatland
There I climbed on your hill, looking at your beauty
And down on me, humbled and excited
That was a shiny day in early winter
As I wandered upon you
As if that was the last day
Sad that I should leave as I yearn for more
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Note: It’s my first English poem. Yes, I know it’s awful, please bear with it.
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