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Colors of Aah The sun begins to drop like a pink pearl in a bottle of olive oil. I breathe a sigh of relief for the day was tiresome. The paired butterflies are orange with October. I write to the tree, to the soil, to the sky and they write back to me. Reading the news of nature, it's telling with tender majesty. I fall like the leaves of gold and brown upon my bed communing with my heart, dreaming of your dark-brown irises. |
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