A Bitter Breeze on Delkin Field
By AndrewFrost
a tickle of the leavesblowing on the autumn windturns my smell towardsthe hawk soaring in mid-flight being chasedby the sparrows who are moreirritated than playful.i now am aware why youleft without a noteor a kiss. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 10:25 AM PST 0 • 1
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"a tickle of the leavesblowing on the autumn windturns my smell towardsthe hawk soaring in mid-flight being chasedby the sparrows who are moreirritated than playful.i now am aware why youleft without a noteor a kiss...."