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Seasons
Whipping through scattered red and orange leaves
Whistling through the hair of millions
Brushing the skin of the unknown
Dancing with the heights of dawn
And the stars of the night
Calming storms; yet still causing a rise
Reciprocating the push at your heels
And the tap on your back
The movement of your skirt
As you hold your fingers out
Giving way to fill the gaps
Then
Abruptly
Slides
Through
Whistling through the hair of millions
Brushing the skin of the unknown
Dancing with the heights of dawn
And the stars of the night
Calming storms; yet still causing a rise
Reciprocating the push at your heels
And the tap on your back
The movement of your skirt
As you hold your fingers out
Giving way to fill the gaps
Then
Abruptly
Slides
Through
Published 6th Apr 2016
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