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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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