The Clear Wine
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Worlds… they lie outside
These needs…. drive inside
Inside unwinding time
Inside the falling signs
Amid the myths from our minds;
They strangely rhyme
So deeply fine…
Red leaves and broken trees
In Autumn by the Serpentine…
Trying…..to find the wine
Trying…..to leave behind
Some truth of being, feeling fine
Before our lack of time
Blinds our access to the wine.
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Autumn… feels like clear wine
Autumn… breathes with such clear wine.
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It’s all changing
You can feel the raining
And the leaves are dark…
The ground is drowned
With the shattered bark
And Pan plays still and frozen
In the dampened park…
A shadow in the shadows
In the silence before dawn.
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