Verse 518
Beneath the willow
Alone atop the hill
With the weeping songs of Autumn
From thunderous clouds
The rain shall spill
In soft mystic rhythms
An ode to love begins
Writing secret words of passion
Lost upon the wind
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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