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Oct 2013
My spirit feels along with the trees
shaking off the brittle, dead leaves
They blow away in an Autumn breeze
baring ourselves for that winter freeze
Shy, always, to natures dormancy tease
but the cycle will start again, soon, with ease.
IllythiaRose
Written by
IllythiaRose  new york city
(new york city)   
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