(a cluster of 10W)


T'was on a stroll
one cold and windy
autumn morning
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palettes of colors
emerged...felt like
straying to another realm
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roaming,
reluctantly
stepping on
leaves of brown
orange, yellow ochre.
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t'was pure
conscience
that gave voice,
made plaintive cries
heard.
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"cruel feet, ended
my fractured existence
i'm silenced,
i'm powerless.
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my
brittle body,
broke into pieces,
like shredded
paper dreams.
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:::::

come, strong
gusty winds,
fly me
to soft moist beds.
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o, set me free
let me rest
peacefully,
permanently,
undisturbed.
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in my absence
new
life
emerges,
light
heralds
new existence."
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sun...rain
night............day
birth...­...........death
the    earth    is
  round.


Sally

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