September is strange
September is beautiful
September is sad
September
Is beautifully sad
My thoughts
Wrapped up
In a misty sun
Dazzled by
The blurred vision
of a double warm sun
The Unknown
So familiar yet
An uncertainty
As well as a promise
Beautiful glorious and unique
With all its precious wounds

2 commentaires:
"Precious wounds," indeed. Complements.
Thanks a lot John, for reading and for commenting!
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