The soft green of the sunset soaked leaves,
The dusking quiet of my empty home,
The autumn whisper that breathes from the east,
The peace that comes from being alone.
Friday, August 24, 2007
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Hmm, don't know how I missed this before but I really like the mood and tone of this poem...
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