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Free From Thorns - with Her
Autumn days
with the scent of hours
free from the thorns
and maze
My contemplation
unhurried
As dewdrops
blanket the earth
Hearing the raven
rapping at my door
nevermore to return
with a shroud vermillion
Melancholy
My gaze upon
a patchwork
of falling leaves
Now a cool breeze
wooing the orchard
over my shoulder
free from the thorns
with the scent of hours
free from the thorns
and maze
My contemplation
unhurried
As dewdrops
blanket the earth
Hearing the raven
rapping at my door
nevermore to return
with a shroud vermillion
Melancholy
My gaze upon
a patchwork
of falling leaves
Now a cool breeze
wooing the orchard
over my shoulder
free from the thorns
Published 11th Apr 2022
Author's Note
Her made this a much better poem.
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