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  October's Child



As I walked the dusty road toward the little country town
A beautiful rainbow began to lead the way
Its colors were dressed in sequences of guided direction,
As it moved toward the windows of my sleeping soul

I found myself immersed inside the whispering of the wind
As the sun became an incandescent performance
Loneliness eluded me as I felt the warmth of nature
Lending its pink and white faces amid the greenery

The winds began to whisper of rain inside my bones
As I came across the tangled strings of an old kite
The sun had begun to seep into my sleeping soul
As the language of nature blended itself as one

The old train slowly puffed its way past me into the station
While picking its own mixture of chords
Each turn of its wheels serenaded my complacent muse
As I wondered if you'd remember to greet my lone thoughts

la route poussiéreuse



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