Hand in hand, we ran through the Autumn forest -
Our laughter soaring on the wings of the mad wind;
In and out, tracing a fantastic path
Through the passionate, flaming dogwood
And the slim, virginal birches,
Our limbs flashing white against the riotous background.
The grape-leaves I twined rested lightly on your hair,
And, as we ran, you shouted snatches of wild songs -
Pagan hymns of praise to the dead gods.
On we rushed, dizzy with the strong wine of Autumn....
I wonder if you've already forgotten
how to love.













Comments
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~*Emily*~
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Not the stuff of fantasy, but more than just a game...
lol... ah, to love. have I forgotten? perhaps.
thanks for the comment, sweetie. it's much appreciated.
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~*Emily*~
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