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Début – young woman who has 'come of age'

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They say that sunsets are like fine wine.
I've never tasted fine wine.
I am not old enough.

I have drunk of an autumn evening    
And found the heady sense of the divine:
    Refreshment in the wind,  
Austere mellowness in gold-laced branches,
    Stillness in the teardrop Moon,  
Silence in wings of birds.            
 
Saying Goodnight.


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