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07 November 2008

Colours in my Consiousness



She feels autumnal to me.....

Autumn




I read *far* too much Shakespeare...




Thou flower of the Autumn


will thou diest for me?
Shed thy Petals, dreamlike -
wither and go 'til Spring,
only to Gift me once more

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