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The first cool breeze
9-13-2011 The First Cool Breeze
As I survive again,my mind has endured the summers heat,
My hands open-pull away as my feet do from the ground,
I leave the Autumn exhausted,I get my first restful breath,
The turning of the leaves brings more colors than I can imagine,
Cool to cold at last,Frost meets the early morning shadows cast,
Of the first snow falling ,my heart furies fast as my footsteps follow me as if I were a leader,
The leader of the lonesome,standing out here in the cold. . .
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