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Autumn Fare

 The scent of earth after
a rainstorm
     rests weightless in the
 air swirling shiver around
my heart.
 Kicking up leaves that
     stick to my shoes
holding to.
     Breathing the scent
 of clean, pure
truth.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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