It's raining as autumn demands your surrender.
But look! Here's a flower, so precious, so tender!
Its petals: the sun, as a toddler would draw it,
Remember, your child did? You smiled when you saw it...
A yellow pincushion: Oh... aint you a cutie.
The window tears up, overcome by its beauty
Author notes: image from wroc.tv
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