Written on December 29, 2024
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swaying gently, with the wind, her mournful dance leaves unconvinced of autumn’s breathless fingers ruffled as shy feathers who tremble by chance risking impulse who silence says still lingers autumn tells news of crackling paths so perfect paved with golds, oranges and reds to collect puzzling dreams pile up in the spirit who sees songs of grace, fall’s aching praise on dew drenched lawns melodies rich with hope, betrothed to the trees who wander across peaks, peace on quiet dawns jolt of what it means to believe in autumn calm painting silence like a foggy bottom wars were fought, once upon a time, on her soil she breathed in the aching sent of bloody souls while the sunlight caught hearts with glittery foil autumn whispered her right that always consoles far and wide, I see the splendor of her voice even though I love her, I haven’t any choice she has gone to such trouble to seek me out leaving my heart immersed in her misty quest I’ll always love this season, without a doubt she is the one who assures me I am blessed without her quiet ways, her chorus of praise I wouldn’t know the beauty that can still amaze
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