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Nov 2013
A decrescendo.
The rainbow appears; red, orange and yellow leaves,
Green bushes and blue skies.
But, where is the purple?
Oh, I forgot, it's in your eyes.

The leaves dartling down,
Turning the soil into a lighter brown.
A crunchy carpet of decay,
A tree preparing for a winter's day.
Written by
Willem van Waas  Noordwijkerhout (NL)
(Noordwijkerhout (NL))   
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