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biting at my legs is a long, long wind
chilly: not what summer promised,
during a morning where an orange-red leaf
lies (on the ground, light-weight, not bearing
any promises)
i look around, see it surround me
in forms of its color tipping the edges
of what was a young green, now grown
and ready to be born again. and again to
die as a faint whisper
of an early fall.
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c4ssiopeia
this is so lovely! it reminds me of mary oliver's poetry :)))
aw tyvm ^^!!! ooo interesting! i think ive read a few of her poems.. but i definitely gotta read more things from her!
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yes! i have a feeling you'd like it. right now im slowly working through 'dream work', by her, and there's so many poems i've loved that i feel don't get enough appreciation online
by c4ssiopeia; ; Report
ill definitely put that on my read list!! i'm too curious!!
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jakalope_
really cool!
awwww ty :>!!!
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