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Pastel - Poetry - Photography

Autumn breeze

I wish I could sing for you my dear

But the cold has left me throatless

I can already feel the bitterness

Of the autumn sudden breeze

photography (c) Noemie Valcauda

Fading into the fogged windows

Only the melody of the birdswings

In the virginal dawn, creation at its hilts

Consciousness coated with dreams

The thirst of voice has reignited

A slice of sweet wildness to sate

In all smoke, warmth, scents & flames

Numbness to fill within the days






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