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When with the sound
of a feather
a leaf touches the ground
in this cool weather
and the summer seems to fade
away behind a silver shade
my lungs fill with cold air
the sun still kissing my hair
then all
I want is fall
fall into a golden bed
drop dead
beauty of the flaming leaf
no regret
no grief.

© Katja John, 2013

2012-10-25 15.05.32