Thursday, October 28, 2010
amy: 1/1000
Fall nights, past midnight, when you're walking outside and the pavement has that icy sheen after it's rained - the most beautiful thing is when the wind wakes up and the shadows of falling leaves and rustling branches make it seem like you're in the middle of a million living things in the most quiet moment of the night.
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Amy, I know exactly what you mean. I've tried to capture it in so many poems, you did a great job here. Well done.
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