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Still summer warms –
deny, neglect, -
a sweet cocoon
in chamber of my heart,
a letter/fluff
I swallow, ah,
lulled vigilance…
as if no other seasons
to long for,
so no reason to be sad…
Just raindrops
trembling on the edge of
brevity
the things, the words,
the days,
dissolving in the blink
of eye…
Alas, surmise,
we live with every breath
this paradise,
rewinding later
as a dream,
enchanted under autumn
brass…
All things come to an end and then back around again. Autumn will be here before we know it
ReplyDeleteAh but I love the autumn brass. The older I get the quicker the seasons seem to pass. My autumn seems to pass the fastest.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed. Perfect title.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely, such a sweet ring to it.
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