PERIPHERY
The minutes of this respite swiftly steal away
Dappled light on the whitewashed walls wanes
Tepid temperatures harbinger winter soon to come
A symphony of insects chitter a beleaguered song
Hoary men measure the tilting axis of the earth
Foliage quavers from an indifferent breeze
Voluminous cumulus clouds hover harvested fields
Red sun promises to disappear at the rotating fold
Slumber solicitous sweeps solitarily all away
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