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This Autumn Eve
Wishful collections
pillowed goodbyes
Starlit reflections
glow in the eyes
Soft curtain quivers
sift on the breeze
November shivers
flow through the trees
Down feather laughter
full moon delight
Here ever after
soaring in flight
Red velvet slippers
dreams on the way
Big, little dippers
out on display
Comet tail shimmers
weary the feel
White candle glimmers
add the appeal
In bed you’re falling
slumber to weave
Sleep comes a calling
this autumn eve
Copyright ©
Chris Green
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