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[tholetas]

I think you, of all my friends,

must know what September means!

I have amber and red, glass candles lighted.

They take the place of turning leaves.

Glowing in the dark night, they remind me of Soul.

In September something dies. Summer losses its substance.

In September our Souls fly through the night

with a glow and a warmth all their own.

In September the

Comments

[obonic]

very nice poem :)

it does feel like an unwinding from summer. Especially in AZ