Sunday, September 04, 2011

September

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  1. The garden is mourning,
    the rain sinks coolly into the flowers.
    Summer shudders
    as it meets its end.

    Leaf upon leaf drops golden
    down from the lofty acacia.
    Summer smiles, astonished and weak,
    in the dying garden dream.

    For a while still by the roses
    it remains standing, yearning for peace.
    Slowly it closes its large
    eyes grown weary.

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