Autumn
white flowers
shadows 'gainst a white wall
all colour spent
here we hesitate
haven't the nerve
to bring to mind
that which we might find
behind a curtain in another room
traces of an old perfume
they turn away
we deflect thoughts
of what it is too late to say
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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