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September
September
Their summer romance
over, the lovers
still cling
to each other
the way the green
leaves cling
to their trees
in the strange heat
of September, as if
this time
there will be
no autumn.
~ Linda Pastan, from "The Months"
1 kommentar:
Den var fin, Marie.
Dikter kan vara så vackra, och så talande, som denna.
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