No wind at all.
Or apparition movement.
Crawling through mid-October.
Carrying no hurry.
No heavy soaked colored leaves have fallen.
Days will dry and all will blow
Later, sometime later
When the season is ripe
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
No wind at all.
Or apparition movement.
Crawling through mid-October.
Carrying no hurry.
No heavy soaked colored leaves have fallen.
Days will dry and all will blow
Later, sometime later
When the season is ripe
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