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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Autumn Wind Whispers


The air awaits
With bated breath
Stifling. With only
A hint of breeze
Beckons families
From far across
Hills and plains
Rivers and lakes

Sheaves of pages
Office paraphernalia
Locked in desks
Clothes folded,
Gifts wrapped
Crisp white tickets,
Whirring wheels,
Shrieking trains and planes.

The footsteps and smiles
Already floating in whispers
In the returning autumn wind.

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