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Oct 2013
A new equinox rests upon the horizon;
it seemed like it would never arrive.

The touch of a cool breeze
upon the nape of my neck.
Sending a chill along my spine;
goose bumps of impending excitement.

I find myself thinking about her
beautiful autumn eyes; wanting to taste
the pumpkin spice on her lips.

The smell of rain,
that subtle hint hovering
within a single cloud;
my tainted memories washed away.
David W Jones
Written by
David W Jones  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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