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The End of Summer (IV)
Coastlines and Arcades
turn grey
and shutters on gates
dangle in the wind
like clapping hands.
Leaves carry themselves
across the road
like they are mourners
looking for a funeral,
until the nights and days
sink into one
making it appear
that nothing will rise above
the tip of the horizon.
Nothing
Nothing but the coldness
of the air
which makes the kiss
...
Wednesday 5th October 2011 2:05 pm
The End of Summer III
After Summer,
Autumn is always brushed
Under the carpet
Like a half-baked afterthought
Before the winter arrives
With its blanket
Of snow rolled blues.
At the beginning of Autumn
There is a hesitation
In the breeze
Before the clouds
Darken the sky
And poison us slowly
With mustard gas.
There is a sadness
In the half c...
Sunday 25th September 2011 10:36 am
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