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By Briana Kassia Date: 2008 Sep 08 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.08.18.24.20204]] |
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how often have we wandered as the summer drifts away and the silence sinks in like the last heat of day the crisp and crackle of the leaves still clinging by dry fingers to the trees who shake and shiver and try to shed their arid embrace wanting to be free of the burden to reach up into the amethyst sky and scrape the autumn into being scratch a cloud and it rains and our skin is quenched as though by tears. |