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Tuesday 3 September 2013

My Autumn Poem




I feel the blasting cold reflex leaned against my feet's from below.
I can feel the warmth of the sunlight shining towards the dank trees during the dawn time.
Time is going on as the sun gets hotter and hotter, dawn is turning into afternoon, but the path full of fossil darkened leaves is still wet and dim.

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