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Sep 2010
The perennial beauty,
of tranquil loss.
Twisting softly towards the breeze,
shedding the summers green,
for a more festive slough.
In the browns and ember
I find humanity intact,
As if brushed gently
into the wild.
Written by
Daniel august
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