The smell of the season ( Autumn’s grace ).

Posted: February 16, 2013 in Uncategorized
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autumn 3the perpetual odor, the smell puffing with kingly spirit bear. not the stalemate of yesterday when you foam, dying need not persist for you are more than colors.

the smell like dry dust as rain descending. breaking cloud empty quite a load, greeting our lust, oh God! stay with us. entrancing, sweet fragrance caught in the first draft of your muddy spell.

the earth’s chamber fills, and singing song. dear i cried, bring the cushions, roses, probable in my pain, relieve is imminent. let the mushrooms crust, only the foolish now will reject this moment of Autumn’s blest.

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  1. Genie says:

    Georgeous poem!

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