Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Untitled (November 7, 2012)


Twilight falls.  And Autumn falls.
Winter’s grasping fingers
Stretch back from tomorrow
To scrape the air of today.
A cold breeze softly shudders through dying leaves,
And though I’m safe inside –
No cold wind can touch me here!
I still feel the chill shudder through my heart.

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