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Perfect autumn day. 

Clean and warm.

Peaceful and calm...

Near river's bay,

I sit at the bench,

In quiet time of day,

Thankful, and pray:

I'm at His clench...

I'm breathing clay,

He wants to bleach

Me; to firmly quench

Pride's destroying tray...
Death is not so bad,
If it is just a threshold,
For a fading finite gold,
Into a place, where Dad
Is waiting; can you behold
The world around you?
Every day a living view
Can get you from cold.
The sky, grey and bleu,
Susurrous leaves, flickering,
In river's wavy mirror; flying,
Smoothly... They are clue.
One of many.
Don't omit any.