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Seasoned
by
Paul Grimsley
autumn now falls
where spring rose up,
after summer burned,
before winter forgot.
flood rises up
where the drought once fell
while thirst burned
and death forgot.
i sweep away leaves
like a tendril of water,
i carpet in green
the deserted area
i once warmed,
as my mouth dried,
and where that white death forgot
i now remember.
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