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Saturday, 24 September 2011

Without You

The autumn smell in the air
and the rain of wafting leaves,
the warm glow in my face
the rustling grass, the singing trees,

Merry people scurrying around
taking simple laughs from life,
it was quite a rustic scene
a poet's inspirational sight,

And me standing there
the wind playing with my hair,
my things great, my health sublime
the world watching, should've felt divine,

But somehow joy eluded me
my own feelings deluded me,
'cause something felt incomplete
as you were not there with me...





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