Late October Musings
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Wind gusts awaken sleepy seas at dawn,
As Love awakens fresh waves in our blood.
October's leaves are scattered; trees are worn.
Autumn's symbols aren't often understood.
It's a solemn season, yet it contains
Flashes and traces ofhealing wisdom.
In vivid colours; in incessant rain.
Its' golden harvests are marked by the sun.
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