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The Apprentice
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Nov 1, 2009 4:44 am
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She hears the wind and compliments the Void
– a hollyhock unfolding like it must –
the autumn scape that's there to be enjoyed
its purple hues such treasures she can trust.
She's willed herself unto the Grand Estate
whereby the rays so warming and so wide
an inner urge to search and celebrate
in openness while taking things in stride.
Descends the night retained the golden rays
and so she steps in confidence, and cool,
the dashing dance a billion stars ablaze
an angel's breath that vents her vestibule.
One moves ahead in incremental mode
and so she builds as bounties are bestowed.
-Richard
Nov. 1, 2009
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