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autumn poetry

high walls and huge
are you awake?
when the hours of day are numbered
i am the wind that wavers
stern cold man
have we no shame?
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
the old west, the old time
see i give myself to you
the saddest of the year
i am fevered
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
full of tears
i have seen the proudest stars

 



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