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Dec 2010
Golden disc retreating to a pallid horizon.
Tree tops bathed in fiery glow
Rendered starkly against brooding clouds.

Coal black shadows recumbent on a
slumbering landscape,
As summers prime colours sedately ebb away.

Pale silver orb awaits curtain call.
Whilst the first chilled kiss of Autumn caresses skin.
Written by
Paul Lockley
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