October blissIn the distance, day is dawning,
I miss the moon's immaculate rays...
The smell of autumn is rising...
how I adore these October days.
The trees hold a prism of colour
I love the sound of leaves beneath my feet.
The orange and red, the colour of heat.
One by one the leaves fall down, and my smile fades...
Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2005-10-12 at 00:34
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