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AutumnWhat are we,but children wrapped in time and still patience, / ascension of duration and climate and colours. / pretty circles, spinning infinitive,past street lamps,dim glows

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Oct 1, 2010

RainI think Rain is the weary humanitarian. / She’s the voice of reason,drowning the world in throbbing anger with watercolours, smudging pavement and hesitant minds. Not tears, or sympathy, she’s yelling for us in pristine drops of impatience. / Wake up! What are you doing?!

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Oct 1, 2010

The Soul“Eyes closed,departure of this world” / the soul sighs,sat up,smiling in the shadows of the sleep; / that paints pictures vivid in colour, in the eyelids of a person.

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Oct 1, 2010

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