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Solemn Autumn

Crisp, crushed, chaotic leaves, fallen. My steps taken, trodden. My feet; the mortar’s pestle, solemn. Kaleidoscope of abstract art, autumn. Nature’s unframed canvas; so infinite, calling. ~ an EWK ‘work-in-progress’ Poe’em   ©2016 EWK

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