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Under the spell of gray sky, falling leaves're rustling... the gossips of summer wrap me with cloak of bombing petards, somewhere inside me crying secretly nestling... fragile, touched by fall withering, splitting apart... Low swollen heavens send nimble spy-drops to track me... rapidly forward, mentally weighting the beats I find the solace: the voices are fading, leaves are returning to fall storybook for retreat... | |||
Such a simple wonder it can be
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A wonderful scene you set
Enjoyed by this rhyming pet
This lonely vigil/ for love to sprout again/ on thorny branches/ now so stoic & fierce/ the gray sky has decided to mallow for once/ and fall in love once again with the thorn bird!!!
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