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Nov 2014
The
      glorious
                     Autumn
             once
brought
              
                      to you

feelings of bliss,
                                     from the September equinox

to the December solstice.

                                     That was before your growing battalion,
                                                                   when enemies so valiant
                                  scorched the earth
                                                   and your sovereign waters lay drained,    
desiccated into little worth.


Thereof shadow soldiers
                                          still conformed
                                                                     to forest floors in
                                          a trampling train,
hiking, sleeping in the cold and rain,
                                    each with bated breath,
while the stone-dead wept;
                          their wings lifting them
                             silently from the locus of their death.

Do you now remember
                                                        your first risk taken
                upon a path
  newly splashed
                                       with a subdued
                                                                                 but steady light,
that threw it's rays across your world
                                                          in the pale dim night?
                          
                                                    You could get that feeling,
that appreciation for ev'ry moment back,
                                    
                                                                            and still survive any
                                                             attack;
just hold steadfastly in your might
                       and be ready to live under a pact of peace,
                                                                                         or to turn and
                                              
                                                         FIGHT!
Jamie L Cantore
Written by
Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
(The Land Of Flowing Hair)   
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