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Outpouring of words, déjà vu of a downpour

A sprinkling, the shower, teary beads
Showering in a spell of abandon
Rains crying in from the skies afar
Drying up the leaves of this autumn
Disconcerting, those memories of a future
A shiver, the hackles, moistening thoughts
Slithering up my spine undaunted
Chilly, this downcast evening
The hisses of the zephyr wrapping me up
In its desolate clasp of wetness
The clouds, stealing away the dusk
Into the silence of the night
Screaming in unuttered words
Of a remembrance clawing inside
That when autumn comes
Winter may not be far behind.

[ First published: November 19, 2009   Last updated: November 19, 2009 ]
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