Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Autumn Rage

Monday, November 17, 2008

Autumn Rage

Autumnal wrath: The sun is lost, There is no light or heat And in the aftermath Of summer's death, the cost Of an incomplete Adjustment is rage. How dare there be no light? How can it be so bitter? My downcast heart is ready to wage War on the encroaching night And yet I cannot, so I fritter My... Sign in to see full entry.

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