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Ode to Autumn

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is this an actual place you go to or more of an imagined autumn? the eucalyptus and petrichor together make me wonder where carpo is.

is this an actual place you go to or more of an imagined autumn? the eucalyptus and petrichor together make me wonder where carpo is.

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Ode to Autumn

The gentle, damp wind of Carpo permeates my face

Kisses my parched lips

And blows through my hair

Tangled and fluttering

The four o'clock sun, at its peak

Yellows the dry, brownish leaves on the eucalyptus trees

And embraces me

Like a home, a mother nursing my prose

I lie in the bosom of the earth,

With the misty skies watching me

Celebrating the petrichor

That takes over my sense of smell, brings me a blush

May your grace be eternal

And may the hummingbirds fly free

In the yellowish sky

Of this Mabon afternoon

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  • nodding_along

    the petrichor line stuck with me - i've got my own carpo spots with that same smell

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  • just_curious_tho

    is this an actual place you go to or more of an imagined autumn? the eucalyptus and petrichor together make me wonder where carpo is.

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A portrait of an autumn afternoon. "May your grace be eternal And may the hummingbirds fly free In the yellowish sky Of this Mabon afternoon"

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