Autumn Evening #3
When the winter wind
No, still the fall wind
I dare not call it winter;
For then it will grow
Stronger and colder,
So then;
When
Fall Wind
Is blowing outside my
Window,
Naked branches
Obscure the window lights
Across the way
And suddenly,
They are a thousand candles
Flickering only to remind me
You are far away.
Moments in time captured with various odd symbols referred to in the lingua franca as letters.
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Wednesday, November 05, 2008
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