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Pure Dezire

Abstract

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Pure Dezire

Abstract

Autumn Sonata

Autumn Sonata

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Dear Mozart of Swan-songs,


An October moon writes to

passerine finches,

a replica of your rustic sonata ~


'Through cinnamon leaves, my love and I,

will inaugurate autumn gardens of Versailles.'


so they know

that auburn death has fallen

upon marshmallow streets


and while I am cramming

handfuls of

l u l l a b i e s,

your voice has whittled down,

w h i s p e r s

that usher ghosts upon our moor,

already.


'Is it autumn yet, love?'


Not really,

but I do taste

some missing page numbers

scribed on yellow pages.


I hope that is autumn enough for you,

though I am sorry,


I can't turn leaves into flowers.


'Is it autumn yet, love?'


Come tomorrow, dearest,

I will paint your trees red

and lull the foliage,

flourishing with

a river's footfalls,

to sleep.


'Is

it

autumn

yet,

love?'



Why, dearest,

is it that natural

(for you)

to let things


fall?






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