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Clouds, a breeze of change Breaking of the old age Tranquility comes in tides and waves Changing leaves on crisp cold days Golds,reds,browns Melting down to the frosty ground Mist shourded mornings With bleary commuters yawning As the fresh days dawning At lofty heights the early birds soaring The misty valley like a coast A great while ghost
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
Autum
Clouds, a breeze of change Breaking of the old age Tranquility comes in tides and waves Changing leaves on crisp cold days Golds,reds,browns Melting down to the frosty ground Mist shourded mornings With bleary commuters yawning As the fresh days dawning At lofty heights the early birds soaring The misty valley like a coast A great while ghost
Wrote on a train one frosty autumnal morning
CJTurk
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
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