Insinuated with ombre, sprinkled over and across landscapes with a hue of warmth and the essence of ripeness. After the scorching ire of heat, autumn brings a sense of calm, or a sense of a state of majority. Marvelling at the prototype of youth and vigour, which enforces strength to move further, to respond more, to breathe more, the body softens itself and calmness takes over. As yields ripen, so does the human mind. The weather and human hearts both exhibit a sense of calm. A realisation takes place upon discovering the different shades of fervour. This vibrant colour will be gone forever. "Colours would wither, dryness would overpower, life would catch a chill, and I would last no more." A premature realisation of decay emanates; the ripeness transcends with time and will ultimately rot; the abundance will slip away with time, and the harvest will never retreat. What would eventually stay would be the memories made, the blessings earned, the unfathomable joy of the past from their prime, and the ombre depicting a "fall".
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