Morning
Morning frost comes around can you hear
the beautiful quite sounds of my heart pound
trees lay so ever still in the mornings chill
there leaves fall golden to the floor
jack Frost has come once more
spreading the cold fall.
the night walker
Copyright © Duncan Chappell | Year Posted 2017
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