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Looking into the Autumn landscape through my window, the scene of crimson and gold creeping across the
land, a sense of yearning permeates the vision. An empty longing, an almost paranormal visitation on my
soul, dragging the crimson leaves, stained by a leaking heart as my spirit leaves a negative of itself behind,
waiting to become a developed whole; the Autumn journey being punctuated by undeveloped ether. The
immersive experience of Autumn, the colours and sounds of decaying leaves, nature beating it’s rhythmic
drum right into the nucleus of every pulsating organic cell, pounding, banging, beguiling you into it’s wild
domain. The pleasure in the pain screaming through the panorama is almost unbearable. Lost in a reverie
of nature so beautifully intangibly ethereal, the throat succumbs to pain, almost choking at the
breathtaking hedonism of Autumn.
Lulu the Green Fairy lives in Northern England. She is a poet and the UK correspondent for Painted Brain News