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Open season on interpretations: autumn coming - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
Open season on interpretations: autumn coming
You were me, 
	once, 
cinnamon tumbles
			crescent delights
	 moonday sunday anyday any time
	 
					you had words.

They are the yesterday whispers
		dreams found and buried
				uncovered and recalled
	piled in sandboxes
	 		leaves blown away
	 		
	 	caught and crumbled, dust.

And sometimes you
		in the borderline maybe
			will be
	can be me.
2 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
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daimones From: daimones Date: June 16th, 2005 09:56 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

And fall is my favourite season.

I told you your cats would be pleased.

I am going to find some way to have all of your poetry published ala Emily Dickinson, I swear.
reynardo From: reynardo Date: June 17th, 2005 01:46 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
*sigh*

yes.
2 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word