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Autumn
Autumn nips at my door
another year begins to come undone
Somehow, the change of light
sends my compass spinning
I question where I am
One anchor torn
while others persist
but where to next...
Autumn brings a tenderness
to the boundary of all I feel
Somehow, this drop in temperature
sends me reeling
I trace the path of how I got here
Quietly lost and searching
in a moment of shif...
Thursday 28th November 2024 11:32 am
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