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Were I invincible or perfect or omnipotent. But, I am none of these. Chill wind, shivering frost, cruel sleet Drive autumn changes in the breeze. Tilting Earth announces endings, Announces beginnings at her antipodes. Death proves itself beneath the sleeping trees... Feuille-morte beauty of the fallen leaves.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
I should be done with falling leaves,
Were I invincible or perfect or omnipotent. But, I am none of these. Chill wind, shivering frost, cruel sleet Drive autumn changes in the breeze. Tilting Earth announces endings, Announces beginnings at her antipodes. Death proves itself beneath the sleeping trees... Feuille-morte beauty of the fallen leaves.
Shorter days and cooling nights here in Minnesota. Oh, I hate to see old summer go....
#autumn#leaves#seasons#change
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don-bouchard
66/M/American
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
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