In Passing
Autumn passed by from the passenger seat.
Seceda
Edges cleave through the cliff.
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Edges cleave through the cliff.
Autumn passed by from the passenger seat.
Where meadows stretch into soft undulations.
August slipped away into a moment in time.
Where the nature’s fiery forges
Where elysian dreams dance with eternal flames
Where Dom Luís’ arches ascend divine
Where iron forests conjoin the ballet of futurism