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"I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts."
Carl Sandburg
Autumn Movement (1918)
6 comments on Autumn
cinthya.cabrera.75 April 29, 2014
sound right like a lion
⃠holllyalice October 02, 2013
Let Me In - Snowmine <3
⃠suzanna.powers September 27, 2013
Absolutely perfect!
⃠lostrealist September 25, 2013
love this, check out mine? http://8tracks.com/lostrealist/slow-it-down
⃠emilyharris September 23, 2013
so perfect!
⃠pedrovnavarro September 22, 2013
TE AMO LEONADOLFO
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