How to save the drowning fish

From the trees I walk under,
autumn breathes laughter.
Blowing away the bleeding sun,
and sunflower choir.
And once again,
raining from tall skies.
Naked stars dive headfirst
into the steadfast river.
Laughing seamlessly,
as if it was all our yesterdays.
With blue ice shining,
and spirits filled.

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