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Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering...

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Autumn winds of night

What do i care for the
Autumn winds of the night
For even when the last leaf hath fallen
And none remains to flutter in tandem
A green little twig,
An infantile promise remains,
Likewise, the whispers of dawn
Cradled in the lap of genial breezes.
Winds delight.



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  1. Pitterle PostingsOctober 12, 2014 at 7:16 PM

    I love your sweet little seed of thought. It is beautiful.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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