So Many Autumns
Dawns the Autumn.
a Poem opens itself.
some wings spread.
little mouths open.
flowers blooming
everywhere.
eyes wide close.
ears wide open.
Open, doors, letters.
Secret Diaries revealed.
Scars still beating.
Above the waters
arrises the mist.
days and waves
keep building
its Cathedrals.
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