The first sunrise of autumn
A poem in honour of the first sunrise of autumn
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A poem in honour of the first sunrise of autumn
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Broken steps lead to the tranquil wood, Roots break the soil under foot, The canopy makes shards of sun, Easy, easy no need to run, Make gentle entry nice and slow, Need my bearings then I’ll go, Push and woosh, am in the water, Cool and fresh just like it oughta … b Catch and… Read More SWIMMING IN THE GLADE