∴
beneath the trees, a sycophant’s quest,
obsequiously praising the manor lord while longing to be the best,
now chases leaves, at the lord’s behest
·
yet
·
in his yard, where colors dance and spin,
exhausted, defeated, autumn claims this win
∴
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