Autumn. Clocks reset
And mood shifts
Glitter dances over still water
The Med shivers in the bay
All diamonds and pewter
She gazes at a troubled sun
Beyond multilayered clouds
Is he leaving again
Or is he already gone?
Sighs die with rolling pebbles
unbuttoned or undone 
Comme tu es pleine d’angoisse!
Decontractes-toi, cherie, peut-etre il vaut pas la peine, tu sais?
Merveilleux, comme toujours, mais j’ai plus d’adjectifs!
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D’accord! Me voila decontractee, meme sereine
Mais detrompe-toi, mon soleil vaut la peine
Car sans lui il n’y a ni musique ni couleurs
et donc pas de rire, de joie ou de fleurs…
Tout ce que j’aime.
Et puis, c’est juste un poeme. 😉
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Never seen the Med, Emm. I picture it similar to the Gulf of Mexico in its sizeo and complexity. Like the pictures you paint of it. Autumn…, she comes to us clothed in beautiful colors for a short while, then leaves us as a threadbare old hag as Winter approaches.
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Well put Paul!
The Med is always alive and responds to her immediate environment, much like we do…. probably why she and I have a thing going on 😉
But then again each day sun, sea and sky weave a magic that feeds my heart and soul. I think you know what that is like, no?
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I think so, yes!
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