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October
The branches will creak in the wind,
the mist will come in its white dress.
Everywhere the leaves
will lie on the stones.
October will grasp its revenge.
The sun will barely show up.
Our bodies will hide under bits of wool.
Burried in your shawls
in the evening you will walk past
October asleep near the fountains.
Surely some empty vases
will be seen abandonned
on tin tables
and some clouds caught in the aerials.
I will offer you flowers
and colorful tableclothes
to escape October's grasp.
We will climb high on the hills
and behold all what's lit up by October.
My hands on your hair,
sharing the same scarves
in front of the surrendering world.
Surely on some benches
some old men will sit and remember
and the clouds caught in the aerials.
I will offer you flowers
and colorful tableclothes
to escape October's grasp
And surely some drawings
will appear on the misted windows.
You will play outside
like the children from the north,
maybe October will linger.
You will play outside
like the children from the north,
maybe October will linger.
Guest on 2012-10-01✕
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