Burst of Glory, Jamestown, NC
Fall is vanishing,
As nature braces itself.
Receding sunbeams,
Betray the ominous storm.
The last rose of fall,
Unfurls with a burst of life.
Defiant and proud,
Beaming glorious splendor.
This tender fragrance,
Fills the cold air with sweetness.
Leaving memories,
Of brighter days in the sun.
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