Eight hundred seventy-seven thousand five hundred forty-five
ten million two hundred two thousand nine hundred eighty-four
twenty-five percent
seventy-three percent
two hundred and one percent
seventy percent
Explanation:
It seems like the end of summer and the begging of the autumn,like a cycle who ended to become another. In the run of time, we experience new situations. In this poem, reflects that something warmer is coming, more private. Even if the sun no longer shines, the moon is pretty too. Like everything in our lives, we experiment phases.
It calls attention to the oposing forces that define America:) I didn't scroll down
is it right?