Bitter winds of autumn

The day began.
Life was pulled
while it was still green,
and thrown into the streets.
A frigid stream of words
is caught midway between
despair and hope.
And all seemed lost.
Picking autumn words,
with warriors’ ambitions …
a poet sets the flaming fires free.
That briefly illuminates the void.
And for a moment, nothing
seems to disconcert
anyone, anymore.

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