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A Chapter by Tkess

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

But the gentle breeze has gone away

Replaced with cold and empty air

The colors steal an awkward glare

Awake! Awake! Poor evening tell
Where lies and truth and pleasure dwell

Drifting hues of breathless leaves

Fall into a winter's eve



© 2012 Tkess


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