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It’s in the air already
This well-known smell of
Something that’s about to pass
The heat of summer kissed away
By this fresh rainy autumn’s breath
A plaid of rusty colours covers grass
Ripe apples root and leaves
Already fall
All is about to die and
Yet to be reborn
From fruit to harvest
There is a life beyond
This life we know
As pears and apples do not dream
Of cider and of steaming pies
We go one day and yet we do return
In some new form
And even if we all forget
What’s been before we will
Appease some hunger and some scorn
Of a new soul so innocent and crisp
Of some new dream unspoilt unused
And not yet born
August 2006
Ulrike Gerbig
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November 19, 2007 at 1:22 am
Love the pictures!
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