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Red flame
The Autumn swells
In its leaves inflamed With heat forever drunk
The breeze blows on the clouds To bring back to school
The wise children
On the music of Eole
In this divine comedy Summer runs away In a rustle of wings Of frail swallows
B-ALL
Be different
Micha Christos
«Welcome, Autumn Red, Hasten in your rich device Embrace the ablaze hillside May the vines parade and feast...» Théodore de Banville - The Autumn
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ALAIN GOSSUIN
© GILLES MARIE ZIMMERMANN
