Coruscating – dyed Equinoxes, conform
At long last, winds changing, sway prime accounts,
Here – now this stage, Autumn – hues with red, yellow, beige, and vibrant oranges.
Grace city to township with hushed charmed allure
In regions, at when time cedes life by design
Prepares for deaths hand to touch swiftly as quick comes October’s trial;
Judgement comes not from those who yearn for Fall
But those who wish to start proud new births from inception,
Concludes – time served lumped with a burden upon ultimate banished verve
Destined life weakens with each term, as it ends
Same as before, as from the start till present,
To prep the world for a fresh refined dawn, to grow life by and by
what a beautiful way with words you have.
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Thank you very much. Its always a nice surprise to hear that others enjoy poetry add much as I do.
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poetry is my life! I love to see someone who feels the same 🙂
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