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Mon, Aug. 24th, 2009, 11:50 am

In October,
where the wind blows in stark,
cold breezes and where the trees shiver
and shed
upon these increasingly silent streets,
the world is infinitely bare
and autumn a gentle

The lust ridden
spring with its vibrant greens
is gone. And where love once floated
--like sheer, white dandelion seeds
in bright, yellow fields--
rests now.

But it will arrive again here,
amongst these trees
that bob up
like skeletons. Now,
amidst this barren,
autumn-browned world where nothing
else remains.

Thu, Oct. 8th, 2009 04:36 pm (UTC)

Not my favourite :P

Thu, Oct. 8th, 2009 04:39 pm (UTC)

I know. It's not mine either!
I'm still slowly working on it