In Autumn, I always think of Russia~~(without any rising
connector:
no lever
or wheel
or cog
to replace the central theme.)
**
I believe
there is
in each wind-blown leaf
a small soul,
fiery red,
which having separated itself
**
only seems to the naked eye
a cast-off
of yellowed time;
and, only
in our spirits
defined.
~x~SinfullyAnon./Just Another Guy!
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2 comments:
Russian? ... but she looks Swiss or Swedish, yet dressed all Asian, lol ;)
Luv the poetry here, hon... very nice! =)
Thanks, a lot, Lil Bit!
You're my First Visiter/commenter..
...(see ya, Halloween!~boo!)
~x~Just Another Guy/SinfullyAnon
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