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Satchels fly
Left for school
On the backs of Angels The season exchanges Its sweet rays
Against soft chills Time of discovery
In an alert return
That draws a smile
On the front of Sighs ...
B-ALL
Be different
Micha Christos
« Here the season declines,
The shadow grew, the azure decreases
... And as a white snowflake, Gradually, the summer melts. »
Last sheaf
Victor Hugo(1802-1885)
Editor’s letter
© Norman Lemay