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Oct 2015
as lonely as the autumn wind
sighing, full of leaves,

china skies of powder-blue,

the day is filled with golden light,
the round sun hanging lower
its soft edges acrobats of cloud.
beth fwoah dream
Written by
beth fwoah dream  England
(England)   
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