An Interpretation Of AutumnA Poem by VertigoLeaves in motion like an ocean of soundless emotional reverberations with boundless golden reflections of the endless fallen that are calling out to the cold, cold sunrise and my sighing breath can be felt in a whirling cloud in a cloudless sky and I can feel the frigid air against my skin.....and I-don't-mind © 2009 Vertigo |
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