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Sunday, September 27, 2009

Breathe

Breathe deep Autumn's last
sun gold
crimson leaves
dancing

Breathe deep
crisp air
pumpkins round
faces waiting

Breathe
for soon it will be cold
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  1. Carol28/9/09 8:48 PM

    Sweet poem! It brings a tear to my eye. Today, I really felt like fall is here. Sigh. I will miss the fleeting days of summer.

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