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Autumn BreezeLet's spin about on the brisk Autumn breeze, we'll swirl about in the scents of a still-distant freeze. Dance with the branches of towering trees, and brake loose, twisting down down among all the crisp, dying leaves. Follow gatherings among roots, rustle, drifting and weave, in a whispered song that stops us to grieve, then drives us quite humble down onto our knees, reminding us again that Mother Earth also breathes. - Copyright by Bill for Sloane J. 2007 Thanks Bill! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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