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Autumn's Calling
I can feel the chill of the wind the sound of the leaves rustling, like the steps of a ghost for here there is nothing,
But a sense of loveliness in the crisp fresh breeze with air starting to chill, it is the scent of Autumn that lingers on.
Beauty of decaying fire littered here and there the tingling of rain which rests heavy in the air.
Dampness so near to the touch awakened in this rejuvenation that I might wander like a ghost and only the leaves will crinkle in my wake.
I seem to slowly fade
in the bright burning beauty
surrounding all around me
whispering in the rain drops
and breath of the wind,
So who would see me,
made into a simple shade while I pass these cool stone roads so sweetly caressing falls new sensations teetering between
life and death.
4:22 PM - 10/3/2008 -
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