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A whirling wind


The colours are dancing around in circles
yellow brown and red

An autumn ceremony

this season of death
this season of falling

Soon it will be settled
and turn
into soft christals
of winterflowers

acres of cottonfields
blessed
by gentle breaths
of snowangels




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Publicerad 2007-09-25 10:58



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