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I'm climbing into a gull-grey sky
My storm-wrecked road
Littered with colour
Amber, gold and green
Leaf-strewn
Blown up from spindly trees
From the aching, broken woods
Where have you gone, my beauty?
The summit mist
Sits just above my head
I hear the rush
Of a hundred starlings
Dipping into clear air
Here, then gone again
The embodiment
Of the breeze.

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