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Oct 2014
I took a walk through the park today.
The leaves were gently dropping
through the light and shade of an Indian summer.
The warmth was quite unseasonal
and that weird contrast between autumnal death
and the arousing sunshine’s heat
struck me with the strangest thought
that that could almost be
a metaphor
for me.
Joseph Sinclair
Written by
Joseph Sinclair  London, England
(London, England)   
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