The season of poetry
Has arrived
Bright is the sun
Shining in the clouds
Crisp is the air
Surrounding our souls
Colourful is the world
We are thrust into graciously
Pristine are the leaves
Falling to reality
Happy am I
That the season has begun
Sunday, October 24, 2010
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