Open Poetry #47 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Oh no Dour philosopher It is September And the air is cool There’s no room For your Sturm und Drang Incessant mincing murdering In this sudden village By the sea There are Pure white clouds In a pale blue sky The sun is shining On a pebbled shore Today we’ll dance And sing in heart Our little tunes Autumn garlands In our hair . |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Lovely thoughts to celebrate the first touch of autumn, giving melancholy no chance to expand within. M |
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