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Autumn
Clouded beneath cloudless skies
No grand designs or erotic inclines
Drawn between the branches of spires
An echo of a song
A canopy of whispers to lead you on
Through a sun dappled shadows trail
To rivers hung in the mornings sun
An esoteric joy to simply be
Amongst the first of falling Autumn’s leaves
And all the reason I now recall
It is by connection we build projection
And where to place our feet to fall
No grand designs or erotic inclines
Drawn between the branches of spires
An echo of a song
A canopy of whispers to lead you on
Through a sun dappled shadows trail
To rivers hung in the mornings sun
An esoteric joy to simply be
Amongst the first of falling Autumn’s leaves
And all the reason I now recall
It is by connection we build projection
And where to place our feet to fall
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