61 Leaves
Note 16.
61 leaves
Bright orange leafs dance,
Seasons changing, nature's art,
Late night drives, love's warmth.
61's winding,
Whispers of memories past,
Shared moments now lost.
Fall's hues embrace us,
As bittersweet sorrow lingers,
Love's touch now distant.
Yet, in tender dreams,
Leafs on trees and love unfold,
Moments once cherished
Copyright © Jacob Kernan | Year Posted 2023
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