There is a modern look about some places that I really hate .
Cars and traffic jams in busy streets , shops that stay open too late .
But in the Autumn Leura looks like a place that's been lost in time ,
bare trees on bleak streets behind blue Mountains where liquid ambers climb .
Rusty leaves lying like dust under trees never touched by the sun .
Thick mist kissed the streets of Leura where shadowy silhouettes run .
Crawling around haunted corners eerie reflections come alive .
An autumn portrait hangs itself to the subconscious where I dive .
Rescued my mind from a storm of images where some things are tossed ,
Like a lifetime in a empty hall or an autumn that's been lost .
Such private perceptions are never seen or spoken of because ,
The falling leaves that touched the ground have now left a world that once was .
Paul Mc Cann
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-07 02:31:21
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