Light

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The world is filled with the setting sun:
Across the fields
The autumn wood
Glows gold.

Cottonwoods
Rise up into the tireless blue,
Clothing their spreading, unleafed arms
With light.

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The world is an autumn mist;
Cottonwoods
Hold the mist within
Their fine-branched arms.

The autumn woods
Stand up beyond,
Flanking the
Rising sun,

Which fills the mist;

And only the daring
Cottonwood
Spreads its branches,
Filling them
With light.

– Brandt Nightingale

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Love Lost, Empty, Vast

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Hot to touch, cold to love
Lips like blush, Free like doves
Trapped in corner, Eyes like dead
Lovely words, Messed up head
Not like in the books you read

Gold like autumn, pale like winter
Wandering eyes, feet like cinder
Beautiful lies, love infused
Soul disturbed, Heart confused
One day it will be over soon

A heart inflamed, infinite desire
Silky voices, eyes on fire
Cream on skin, saturated pores
Broken hearted, nothing more
To find love is merely a tale of lore

Spring to summer
Autumn to winter
Spring to summer
Autumn to winter
Spring to summer
Autumn to winter
Spring to summer
Autumn to winter

Love lost, Empty, Vast

– Ivory Irving

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The Oak Tree

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Summer time Eden is a jade-green pleasure
And for Eve each moment there is a golden treasure
And all of nature strives to please her in this time of leisure

She loves the warm gentle breeze to caress her hair
And the morning sun to embrace her flesh so bare
She loves the harmonic chatter of the birds she does see
And the protecting shade of the great Oak tree

That she is one of God and Eden’s most beloved is quite clear
So these friends make sure to keep her in good cheer

Once when God walked with her along a sandy coast
He asked ‘Of these four joys, which do you love the most? ‘
She replied ‘When the fair summer darkens and dies
When from slumber the gruesome goddess autumn does arise
The deceitfully steady kind wind is the first to turn harsh and cold
Whatever affection it had for me is officially annulled

When the late autumn rain attacks me like daggers from all sides
Then behind black storm clouds the sun cowers and hides
If that’s the way the wind is blowing
Then that’s the way the sun is going

But the good strong oak tree is not the same
All autumn it stands firmly and shields me from the rain
While the birds abandon me in winter and fly away
Rooted firmly by my side the oak tree does stay

When in winter the last night does fall
Gravely next to me sits the oak tree wide and tall
As I spread myself in the soft brown earth
And lay to my rest

I awake in spring Eden, to never again be distressed
And to have the oak tree which battles with me all seasons
I feel most of all blessed

– Laura Greene

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Paris Attacks

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To the victims and their families..

Deepest sympathies – we cannot imagine your pain and grief.

Our thoughts and prayers are with you at this terrible time.

Nobody should be made to suffer as you are, and our hearts go out to you.

To the perpetrators, living and dead…

Your barbaric brutality impresses no-one.

Yes, we are afraid of your actions – who will you set out to murder next? Men, women and even children are not safe from your cowardly attacks.

But we will not be bowed.

We will continue to live our lives according to our values.

We will enjoy the freedoms that you seek to destroy.

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Autumn Leaves

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A haunting sound is heard softly whistling,
like a magic flute in the distance playing,
luring summer leaves to hum and sway,
to don new colours, to dance and to play;
and like a Mexican Wave the merriment spreads:
an infectious mood carried by the autumn winds.

Soon the Autumn Ball is in full swing,
oblivious to the fate autumn will bring.
The sound grows louder, the party raucous,
the swaying erratic, the movement vigorous,
and like whirling Dervishes unable to stop,
autumn leaves reluctantly begin to drop.

– Isam Hussain

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Autumn Sun

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The Autumn Sun is shining, and the people come out to play,
But this is just a silver linng, to the world that they dont display,
A world of sadness and sorrow, where people go out to die,
We always look at tomorrow, When really today is a lie.

The Autumn Sun is hiding, and the clouds drift overhead,
But there’s no-one to confide in, they’ve all left you for dead,
Why can’t we see these lies, this world has got so hollow,
It’s time to say my goodbyes, Live for today not tomorrow.

The Autumn Sun is dying, and the colour has all been drained,
Everybody’s been lying, All the truth has been stained,
This all comes as no surprise, can’t believe we’ve been mislead,
Now we finally realise, Our hopes are filled with dread.

I just wanted out of this,
Why can’t your eyes meet mine?
Some say ignorance is bliss,
But your sun will never shine…

– Josie Young

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