Autumn’s breath
sets the hills ablaze
Soft voices echo
in the delirium
of half remembered places
and familiar
spiced scents
Gamut but a silver sliver
of being
And always that
dagger darkly deep
Piercing my heart
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC
Autumn’s breath
sets the hills ablaze
Soft voices echo
in the delirium
of half remembered places
and familiar
spiced scents
Gamut but a silver sliver
of being
And always that
dagger darkly deep
Piercing my heart
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